“I wonder what you look like naked, dear Leah. You don’t seem to have a bad body. The tits aren’t bad. You’re a little bloated from all that wine you’ve been glugging away.” She laughed. “Would I fuck you? I don’t know, maybe. Maybe I will. Now.” The laugh that came from her was high-pitched and disturbing, the kind of laugh a child would make, but twisted with malice. “It’s a shame we don’t have enough time.”
WHAT THE FUCK
