enough with sons. where are the daughters turned into killers?

Buffer wheel— “Wait, Beavis, I don’t think—“

Ginger was leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette she stole from a neighbor’s secret stash he kept out in his shed, hidden from his naggy wife.

That ever-familiar metallic aroma caught Ginger’s ultra keen senses, causing her to look around for the source before predatory, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 eyes fall upon 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Her nostrils flair as she continues to analyze the smell of blood and his body language. His actions and gaze say predator, but that won’t deter her curiosity. She takes a drag off her cigarette, trying to decide what to do. Does she approach, or avoid?

“Ugh. Living is so fucking lame sometimes, honestly. I almost wish that wolf mauling had killed me.” She’s not suicidal, she just can’t stand having to be around normal people.

[Rises from hibernation making dial-up tones.] God has allowed her to live another day, and she’s about to make it everyone else’s problem.

“Ew.”

maybe there's no escape. after all, how can you run from what's inside you?

What’s he tryna look so tough for??? Afraid she’ll beat his ass if he don’t sell her the good shit she knows he has?

there is a hollowing—out hunger inside me. i could eat god.

want me to kill them for you?? (flirting)