She idly walked through the forest, literally killi everything she touched. And then she saw him again-the one man who could resist her disease-ridden touch.
“Time to finish the job,” she said with a smirk. It was as if she glided to him and him to her, her hands clasping around his-she sat up immediately.
“Damn it, another STUPID dream!!” she screamed. She turned her head and realized it was another typical morning-the skeleton of the man too horny to resist her steaming, undead, almost immortal body and his ghost cursing up a storm in the other room. She quickly put it with the others… in her closet… she figured just another secret or exhibit; however you want to look at it. She put on her veil and fed her most loyal grappler spider. Yeah, Grappler Spider. She opened up her window and it was a gorgeous day. Yes, Liliana was looking up intently upon a cloudy sky, the beginnings of a brutal hurricane, the EYE OF THE STORM. Not five seconds later, she saw him approaching, a hoard of hungry wolves followed closely behind him. He stopped about a half mile away from her citadel of sex and
corruption. It was the most awkward, heated stare-down if there ever was one.
“That bitch gave me undead AIDS…,” Garruk grumbled in his head.
“I gave him undead AIDS,” she thought with a smile.
She descended to ground level, keeping her eyes on her victim. “I can see you’re wearing more clothes this time,” she laughed.
“Yeah, ‘cause that shit itches!!!” He could no longer hold back scratching the gate through which his ailment entered his body. Seriously, this was like super, black death AIDS. It was a miracle that he was even alive. Like, little Garruk was hanging on for dear life.
“I’m actually kinda glad you lasted this long. With the other guys, it’s like a storm at a water park: You never get to ride.”
-Carlos Cabrera
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