what are you getting out of this, exactly? / from Mayberry for Martha >:3 @infierna
She loved Hell. Everything about it the sights, the screams, no nosy neighbors or cops snooping around. Dying had been the best thing to ever happen to her. She was free to indulge in all the sins she wanted with no one to judge her. It was paradise. And it seemed she wasn’t alone. Mayberry was here as well. Not too surprising, really. She had heard the woman killed her husband. She couldn’t recall the man’s name, but it wasn’t like it mattered.
She smiled sweetly at the former teacher. It wasn’t too surprising they would meet up eventually. And it was clear she was still upset about the whole husband incident.
“Ms. Mayberry, don’t be like that, sugar,” she drawled as she dropped the groceries she was carrying and approached the woman, backing her against the wall before putting her hands on either side of her head. “Haven’t you ever heard of lettin’ the past go? We’re both dirty sinners now, after all.”
Staring into the woman’s eyes with her one good one, she purred, “Let’s say we let the past stay in the past, mmm?” Her eyes ran up and down her form. She was a cutie. She should have slept with her instead of her bore of a husband. Well, it wasn’t too late. “I’m not so bad once you get to know me, darlin’."
As she inched closer to the woman’s face, she whispered hotly, “Why don’t you and I just kiss and make up?” She leaned in toward the woman’s lips before abruptly turning around and picking up her groceries. “Maybe I’ll see you around, Mrs. Mayberry,” she called out with a playful lilt as she made her way back to her home in Hell.