“There’s no way in hell that… is gonna cut through that.” Sally’s index moved from pointing to the butcher’s knife he held like some sort of trophy to the rotting body sprawled out on the floor, skepticism plain in her voice. She knew her way around sharp things — cold steel being her weapon of choice and something bigger would definitely be needed in order to dismember the once important business man. “I may be no… expert surgeon but I do know this much —— bones are some tough sons of bitches.”

No I don’t appreciate it. 

With a sigh, Dee pushed away from the desk and hurried down the stairs, frowning at the creepy basement. Every old house has to have one, she mused.

“A gift, from a stranger. I’ve always been told never to trust those. But, curiosity wins; what’s the price?”

❛ You are a DISGRACE, Charles! You don't even check in our new child... ❜        nora was exhausted, finally the noisy little monster shut up his mouth as vivien was nursed him to sleep. yet that child wasn't the one she wanted. she wants thaddeus back. she grabbed her handkerchief nervously rubbing on her forehead, having a horrid headache.

                 “Are you serious? I thought this hell hole was abandoned.”

     ❛ You stay away from her, you hear me ? --- ... You stay away from Violet. ❜

Sally's tearful glance had been set on the carpet right under their feet, on top of which a mauled body rested. It was a pretty sight no doubt, yet the junkie couldn't remember enjoying the thrill of a good kill. Guts had been spilled, alright... she could still hear the man's pathetic little cries for help echoing inside her head but the pain lodged deep within her remained; what a bummer, there was no classy way to put it. "How about all of the above?" With a loud, vibrating sound, the knife that was once held between her long fingers fell straight down to the floor, where it would remain until Sally found enough strength to go at it again and again until her goal was finally achieved. "Guess I'm just gonna have to try tomorrow — won't I?"