I haven’t been here ten minutes, and I’m already regretting the fuck out of this. Until she walks in the door. Dark hair, red lips, olive skin. A black, low-cut dress. Acres of cleavage. Not only cleavage, but long legs and an hourglass figure that would make any man stupid with lust. If he wasn’t too busy being turned to stone by the ice in her eyes, that is. I’ve never seen an attractive serial killer, but I bet this is exactly what she’d look like.
