It’s a rainy night. The sky is lite up with the sounds of thunder and the flash of lighting streaking through the sky. Arriving at the entrance to the mansion a chill comes into the air as fog and drizzle spreads throughout. An uneasy feeling becomes over as I’m about to the ground. There’s no point of return as I venture through the big steel gates.
The wind picks up and I hear the howling trees and dogs barking in the distance. I sense that I’m being watched from a distance as I slowly go towards the mansion. As I continue my progress I notice a bunch of men with picks and shovels digging up dirt. In the back of the truck there’s headstones. Is this the graveyard for the carnage of dead bodies that’s about to happen. My body shivers at the thought of being buried there.
As I arrive at the steps I’m greeted by the host with a dog each side of him. He says nothing but points to the main door.
Walking slowly up the steps the front door opens creaking and squeaking.
I enter inside and see a massive room. There’s stairways leading up to other rooms. There’s guests already here lurking behind the shadows. Unseen and quiet. Then to the corner of my eye a guest dressed up as a Devil cozies up to hot guest dressed in black and without hesitation grabs her hair as her screams echo through the room and smashes her face into a drunk bowl. Then tosses her to a redhead witch whose nearby.
My instincts tell me not to interfere but I’m not that kind of person.
As I’m about to head over I get a tap on my shoulder. I turn around quickly with my hands clenched and ready to fight.
Ensues she says. “Would you like a drink”
Can you tell me what the drink us.
“She replies it’s the house drink”.
Mmmm let me think I’ll take two but wait here I’ll be back in a minute.
I grab a drink and walkover towards the bitch in the Devil outfit.
Tap her on her shoulder. “Pick a boo “ and smash the glass on her left side of her head. Grab her by the scruff of her a hair and back and throw her over towards the redhead witch. Take this skank instead
I grab the other guest and pull her away. Be careful and trust no one and that includes me as I walk back to get my drink.
I apologize to,the servant for keeping her waiting and grab my drink. I see a chair and table in the corner and go sit down keeping my eyes peeled of my surroundings.
The stench of cheap perfume is overpowering, it assaults my nostrils long before that glass on the side of my head ever could. The blow was sharp, crisp and cleanly executed.
“Ow you Bitch!” I scream as the glass shatters on my head.
I’m knocked off balance and I fall to my knees, but then I feel you grab my hair. You viciously pull on it and hurl me towards the Scarlett Witch. I land near her feet and with my left hand shaking; I gingerly stroke the side of my head where I was struck with the glass. A small trickle of blood is wiped onto my fingers and I smile approvingly, yes I smile.
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What the Fuck! Are you nutz Kate? Wait don’t answer that!” - Mutter the dear readers.
I slowly raise myself off the floor with the grace of a rising phoenix being reborn from the ashes. I turn and look at blondie sat in the corner, my smile gets more radiant and I playfully lick my red lips. My heels click on the wooden floors as I slowly walk towards our beloved “Trailer Park Spider Slut”.
“I can forgive the glass to the head, in fact bravo…I approve. But bitch helping that rancid whore up off the floor. That is a bitch ass move! If that whore wants to get up off the floor, let it be under her own power. Or are you planning to play mummy all night? Will you be wiping her tears? Will you be comforting her because someone called her a mean word? Have you plasters for her skimmed knees? Or will you be kissing her Boo-Boos better instead?”
Suddenly I stop in the middle of the room and I cross my arms, looking sternly at “Trailer Park Spider Slut” and I hiss:
“You’re pathetic! And you’re trash and omg you make Lexibabe look classy. That is not an accomplishment to be proud of bitch!”
But as I talk I start walking again and as I slip past Princess Jasmine, well in that outfit it’s more like concubine Jasmine. My left hand gives her back a stern push and I send her face first towards our beloved Wiccan Kat. The concubine and the Kat clash like bowling pins, yet they both remain standing. I smile as I wonder if my little nudge of encouragement will spark a reaction between them?
“Heh Princess Jasmine, no sorry Concubine Jasmine…we should have a little girl chat later tonight. Just the two of us!” I hiss as our concubine and Wiccan Kat are left with the split second decision of whether to attack each other or do something else?
With my eyes firmly locked onto our “Trailer Park Spider Slut” I begin side stepping and place at the back of me one of the mansion’s interior walls. Then calmly and coldly I say:
“So bitch…wanna catfight? Or are you just going to sit on your fat lazy ass all night and reminisce about past glory?”
The atmosphere in the room changes, yes I’ve kicked a hornets nest but so did Niki! If we clash, we’re both getting badly stung!
