"Such a waste of beauty, even though you deserved it, Johnny Webster," Foxy gently whispered under her breath.
She just stood there alone in her satin robe in front of a clear plastic freezer in the middle of her bedroom. Slowly her mind began to drift back to that fatal night, exactly one year ago.
Foxy watched with a sick fascination Hope dangling on the rope. The slow rocking began to put Foxy in a hypnotic trance.
"Mistress, what would you have us do with the bodies?" Flame-boy whispered in Foxy's ear as he wrapped a muscular arm around her waist from behind. She leaned against him as she thought of what to do, enjoying the erotic sensations he sent through her.
"Bury the dumb bitch, load him up into your truck and take him to the ice chest." Foxy said after a few minutes of deep thought.
Flame-boy removed his arm and stepped in front of her. "Your wish is my command." he said with a regal bow.
Foxy's memories were suddenly shattered by an image of painted faces, faces that were strangely familiar. Faces that had began to haunt her dreams since the night of Hope and Johnny's deaths.
Foxy gently pushed the images to the back of her mind in order to protect her sanity.
It's a shame, she never realized it was an omen. An omen of her doom.
This goes out to all of my beloved fans,even the ones that have appearred to have abandoned me.
Love everyone who has reviewed and even those who don't.
Yours Truly,
Hope Corven