#taintednow

“ what? no. they’re just dolls. ” joseph made no effort to hide the scoff in the undercurrent of his words, waving a hand as if to dismiss the notion from floating about the air between them. “ people collect them all the time. ” 

alright, perhaps not hundreds of them, and having them lining the walls like some soulless audience while a tarp was pulled over the body was a little more horror cliché than not, but far be it for him to admit himself unnerved. just another night, just another job. a faint, teasing smirk curled the edge of his lips as he shot her a sidelong look.

‘ ... so where do you plan on going now, now that this is all said and done? ‘

❝ oh, i’m sorry. am i oppressing you with my straightness? ❞

Three years. It had been three years before he had last seen the woman in front of him. How she had found his apartment was a mystery, however not so surprising since last time he saw her she was still working for them.

❝   I   think   Straighty   Mchetero   pants   needs   to   sit   the   fuck   d o w n .  ❞