Liz went on to ruin his entire career after the lumberjack no longer had his partner, his true item of the soul. The chainsaw was vicious under Liz's fingertips, raging on as the bane of the forest, ripping the silence to shreds just as easily as Genevieve would have with wood on a man.
Eventually even that wasn't fast enough as Liz had grown unsated with her lust, growling along with the engine. But she didn't stop there.
After stripping herself of all her clothes and the remains of humanity, she strapped on the chainsaw with only her belt, flicking the safety off and letting Genevieve become one with her in true chaotic harmony. As the chainsaw vibrated against her chamber, she screamed, thrusting into the tree with a new vigor only described as beastly. She was savage, losing her mind to the pleasure of nature, being truly alone with herself as she experienced the forest forever strapped to a chainsaw.
As for her cousin who separated with a lust of her own unsatisfied, that was another tale to behold.
Patty was struck by only what few can describe as wanderlust, rather, it was need to become different than the rest, to be better than those who could only love another human. It ran in their blood apparently as Liz had her own encounters, not that Patty knew. She was the only one with a love for anything inanimate, and with that, she set out on her own journey to find where she truly belonged in the world, unknowingly chancing upon the greatest land of them all in the dead of the night.
It all started with a lamp, and not just any lamp, it was a bell shaped hooded one with a fluorescent light bulb in the dead center. It gave her the attention, the spotlight she had always dreamed. Patty always knew she was different than the rest, and how she managed to show that had been unique in its own. But nothing like that lamp called out to her since the wallet found behind a limo.
She hadn't been in her own home for weeks, having broken into another family's living room in broad daylight from the unholy urge to ruin at least something that day. But when she met eyes with the lamp, she became soggy, like toilet paper soiled in fluids. Gertrude was the gateway to hell, pulling Patty down the path of no return. She needed more— just more.
After raiding the lumberjack's office for a stapler named Helga, Patty realized that her sins couldn't be stopped by anything other than furniture from the greatest warehouse, Ikea. Helga, she whispered, it's not you, it's me. And she left to lock herself in the massive building until her dearest cousin of hers had upgraded to a wrecking ball and rode it into the wall, causing Ikea to perish and for Patty to return to civilization.
It was a beautiful orgy while it lasted, but at least now, Liz saved her cousin, gifting the wrecking ball to her as a break up gift, while Genevieve lived a luxurious life with her new wife.
The girls were out tonight.