Hairspray and Switchblades by V. Castro

Hairspray and Switchblades by V. Castro

Author:V. Castro [Castro, V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror
Amazon: B083DHXQVC
Goodreads: 50339253
Publisher: Unnerving
Published: 2020-02-20T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter 6

The Weaver paced in her bathroom, wanting to kill something. Instead, she grabbed one of her miniature pain dolls made from flesh and ripped off the head. Particles of decayed organs flew into the air, covering her body. That stupid, bitch stripper had help. She wasn’t as dumb as The Weaver had thought. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult. These two insignificant, lonely creatures belonged to her. The years of research, the cost, time spent to find sisters with the same enchanted bodies was all a debt that would be paid.

She glared at the mirror, hating her reflection, but tonight she wanted to look and feel good. With a make-up wipe, she dabbed the organ dust off her face. Her fingers brushed through her hair carefully as to not pull too much out by the roots; the scalp was dangerously loose. When the tube of red lipstick pressed against her lips, the skin around her mouth pulled at the once perfect seams. Her hate returned at the painstaking lengths of retaining her beauty. She didn’t want to waste any of the skin she’d collected to change now. She had to think, act quickly. These were stupid girls, they didn’t have the will she had. They were nothing but animals from a long line of animals. She would lure them and before anyone could investigate the cop’s death, she would be long gone and look completely different.

“Hello? Um…these ties are starting to hurt. I think my feet and hands are falling asleep. And your doll collection is creeping me out a bit.”

The voice broke her thoughts. She’d almost forgot she had company tonight, an escort with the kind of body that required a meticulous diet and exercise regime. He had to be in the best of health for what she planned for him. The website showed him in the tiniest of underwear, every chiselled curve on display. Dark eyes and hair with the same olive complexion were the cherry on top.

“Hey, sweetheart. My hands and feet are going numb. I won’t be able to perform well if you don’t loosen them a bit.”

The Weaver rolled her eyes at his boyish whines, thinking he wouldn’t need either for what they were doing tonight. She would pay extra to shut his mouth with duct tape.

With her make-up reapplied, she entered the bedroom to a fine, young specimen waiting on the bed. A real stud, and tonight she planned on studding him until there wasn’t a drop left. All his virility would be hers.

With the lights low, the escort wouldn’t notice the heavy make-up concealing the jagged seams ripping away. The rest of her body was stunning. The cigar burns inflicted by her husband that had blistered her skin and turned to scars were long gone, but her infertility had never healed. That was a plague that would be gone, too.

“Wow, you look amazing.” His erection grew to a stiff rod as his eyes skimmed her body on show beneath a silk kimono left open.



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