"I don't understand."
Bad Girl rolls her eyes, annoyed, before smashing her bat into a clone. "There's nothing to understand. I like to smash people, but I don't know why. So don't fuck too much, you're not getting an answer."
Letz sighs. "Not zat." He sits on the couch, making himself comfortable. "Those are clones, no? But clones of vho?"
She stops, even forgetting to hit a body. "They… are…" She mutters something under breath, slightly irritated, then smiles. "Clones of you."
He looks at her, skeptical.
"Oh yes. Every time we fuck, I bring a hair or some saliva so I can clone you." She says cheerfully.
He raises an eyebrow, no less skeptical than before. "Lofely. Vhy?"
"Weeell…" She smiles, ready to beat the next clone to oblivion, "frustration."
"Comforting. I thought you did zat zo you could be near me alvays unt always." He says those three words in a squeaky voice, making her burst into giggles. "Or for cheat on me vith another me." He says that somewhat cheerfully, before a thought hits him. "You did nefer think at a threesome vith one of them, did you?"
"I'm a Bad Girl." She winks at Letz, then returns to the next clone.
"Then?" He points at himself, "I'm Singaporean, but isn't like I go around beating every Japanese in zat vay!"
Bad Girl shakes her head. "Wanna know why I create them?"
Letz shrugs.
"So I could hit you."
For the second time in ten minutes, he raises an eyebrow, skeptical. "Oh ja?"
She nods. "Yep. It's 'cause you're annoying sometimes. 'Cause you never bring me a fucking something." She smashes a clone, and Letz can't help but feel a strange pain in his chest. "You never take me out. You never, ever, take me to a fucking restaurant!"
Her hits become stronger and stronger as she rants; Letz begins to fear that the clones will stop soon.
He opens and closes the mouth, both perplexed and afraid before he finally gathers the courage to speak. "…Vanna, hm, go out?"
Suddenly the girl jumps on top of him, nearly giving him a heart attack. "No, I'd like to stay home witcha'!"
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She doesn't remember whom the clones are modeled after. After all these years she has forgotten.
They don't have hair, or eyes, or a voice. They're just a person without a name, one that, even if she doesn't even remember who it is, still is a pleasure to kill. They can be everyone, just like they can be no one- she doesn't know anymore, nor does she care to find out.
What she's sure of is if she did duplicate a person just for the pleasure to kill him again and again, whoever was he deserves it.
That day, however, she likes to think that those are Letz' clones and she unleashes her anger on them.
One is smashed because he wasn't allowed to die.
One is smashed because he wasn't allowed to die by the hands of someone else. If somebody could do everything to him, even kill, then the only one that could was her. He cheated on her.
One is smashed because he left her alone. How dare he?
One is smashed because…
She stops the machine. The clone is near the edge, but obviously he doesn't know it: he's trying to understand what's happening around him.
Bad Girl frees him from the gag. The clone opens his mouth, probably to scream, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe he can't- Bad Girl didn't ever free a clone from the gag before, so she doesn't know.
She kisses him. He's so surprised that he barely reacts- he probably doesn't even know what it is supposed to mean.
"Hoome run!"
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It feels like I'm dying inside!
I mean, uh, yeah! Another romantic fiction! AWESOME!
Like always, thanks Silvite. I did nearly kill you with these stories and you... (weeps) thank you.