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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 194 Worship
When Jax walked out of the woods and spoke to the carnival goers, revealing how SAMCRO rescued a kid from rapists, it was a great moment. The sun hit him just right burnishing him so he looked like a sun god. The curve of his lips, the vivid blue of his eyes and his long tumbled blonde hair that looked wind swept; she would be happy if she could just stare at his beauty forever. Maybe touch him a little. Maybe touch him a lot. This was dissolving into some trashy crappy romance novel.
She was a little crazed because she wasn't going to kill again until Louise returned from her vacation and she could kill her splatter movie style. That's why her mind had temporarily turned down the dark path of a trashy romance novel.
She needed the release she got from killing. It helped her keep mentally balanced. Without it, her frustrations with life would boil over. She could become completely out of control. That would make her a danger to herself and the world.
Killing small animals didn't get her off anymore. Once she'd killed a human, it was hard for her to go back to animals. It was like learning to walk and then crawling.
Jax had been with hundreds of girls. What was so special about the blonde whore? Did the blonde whore know how to do something so amazing sexually that Jax couldn't resist? What the hell could it be?
She'd just had a brilliant idea. She might have had this idea before, but forgot that she had this brilliant idea. It didn't matter. She had the idea now. That's what mattered. She was going to make friends with the blonde whore and find out all the details of her sex life with Jax. That's how she could find out why Jax was so hung up on the blonde whore.
Was she going to be able to handle listening to the details of the blonde's sex life with Jax? Could listening to the details hurt more than imagining what they were doing together? No, she would be OK. She'd just have to suck it up. She needed to learn what the blonde was doing to Jax that kept him glued to her because she was going to use all the blonde's tricks and get Jax for herself.
Thinking about Jax having sex with the blonde whore was going to make her psychotic if she didn't calm down. She decided she better take her psych meds before she did anything else. It had been a couple of days since she had taken them and if she didn't want the walls to start talking to her or the government drones to buzz her head trying to hear her thoughts, she better take them.
She could drink until she blacked out, smoke weed until she was too stoned to stand up or take a handful of sleeping pills and pass out. Before she could make a decision on how she was going to spend her evening, she'd gotten another great idea. If the blonde whore wouldn't be her friend and tell her the sex details she wanted, she could just kidnap and torture her until she got the details. It was probably only a matter of time before she killed her anyway.
To celebrate, she drank a couple of shots of whiskey, smoked a joint and swallowed a handful of sleeping pills.