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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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I have another idea.

[ Despite obviously flirting with her minutes before, he seems to want to reclaim his personal space for the moment. Thus he starts across the street, not waiting for her to get out of the car. ]

[ Alright, so he's a bit flighty, but the unpredictability is certainly going to keep her on her toes!

With a shake of the head, she shifts to exit from the car. Following behind him, she's swift and surprisingly light on her feet. The clack of her heels are soft as could be. ]

Care to drop any hints, dear?

[ She quietly quips - but it looks as though she's having fun! ]

You have his ID, correct? And his pocket knife?

[ He waits for conformation before approaching the front door. ]

Yes, I do...

[ Pulling the ID and knife from her back pocket, she offers them to him. ]

Keep the knife on you, I have my own if needed.

[ He takes the man's ID from her, though, tucking it in his jacket pocket. ]

I am going to knock on the door, saying I have his ID and that I saw what took place. He may just allow me inside if I tell him I taken his side in the argument. You remain just out of sight and wait for the right time to enter, something I will trust you can deduce on your own.

[ Nodding, she lower her arm, turning the folded knife in her hand idly. She looks nothing but confident. ]

If you feel that you need me sooner, whatever the reason may be, give a signal. I'll know.

[ With that, she rounds the side of the house - presumably, to check for an alternative entry. ]

[ William waits until she's made her way towards the back before knocking at the door. It should allow her to make a bit of noise while he distracts the man.

The plan goes swimmingly enough. Though hesitant at first, William's quickly able to get the man to allow him inside. He clearly displays his disgust of Grell's 'kind', but using far fouler words. I agree, William replies. There are certainly types that shouldn't be allowed in. It's spoken dryly, but he words it vaguely enough that the drunken man doesn't pick up that he's the one being referred to. He also doesn't notice the brief glance up to Grell as he sees her shadow quietly cross the kitchen behind them. Honestly, such disgusting things should be taken out entirely.

It's Grell's signal to prove his point. ]

[ From behind, Grell grasps his neck with all the strength she has, and plunges the pocket knife beneath the base of his skull. Instantly, his legs crumple, and she guides him to fall on his side whilst the blade remains embedded in his skin. It prevents him from bleeding out, for know, but he's been paralysed, spinal cord pierced.

Standing over him, she presses the pointed heel of her boot into his groin with a sneer. ]

And taken out, you shall be! But it won't be swift. Oh, no, I won't allow you that mercy. Why should we, when you've no compassion of your own?

[ Unable to move, all the man can do is look at William pleadingly, somehow still believing his visitor is on his side. But William simply pulls another cigarette from his pocket. He moves further into the sitting room, casually taking a seat in what looks to be the man's favorite armchair. One leg crosses over the other as he lights up. ]

I would say you need to learn to respect a beautiful woman, but it doesn't seem you'll have time to put that lesson to use.

[ Now that he's been incapacitated, the man's breathing becomes panicked. Incoherently, he begs for his life.

Paying him positively no mind, Grell is looking at William, instead, lust in her eyes! Already, she's exhilarated by the partnership and the pursuit, but to be called beautiful in the midst of such a beastly display... well, she might be a little in love! ]

Darling, might you lend me your knife? The filth says that it doesn't wish to die just yet, so I'm afraid that mine remains indisposed.

[ Stepping over the victim's body, she holds her hands out to her partner with a bat of her lashes! ]

[ Sitting up just enough to reach into his back pocket, William then holds the knife out to her. Her gaze is met as he does. And where, when they first met, he had an unimpressed look about him, now he seems to be approving of her showcased skills. ]

Perhaps you can help him to understand how you feel.

[ Shamelessly, her fingers brush along the back of William's hand and down his fingers, before taking hold of the knife's handle. Though she looks positively thirsty for blood, somehow, she knows that he means so much more. ]

Oh, I do hope so...

[ Unfolding the knife, she turns its blade up to fulls appreciate its profile and the way it glistens while still clean. It's a fleeting moment - and then, she's glancing back to the groveling sack of bones and gut. ]

After all, how does one convey the incessant r a g e at the world, for fucking oneself up so badly?

[ She turns back, stalking up to the man painfully slow, as she looks him over with disgust. ]

For forcing an unwilling soul onto this earth, a stranger in its own body.

[ Planting a foot on either side of the man, she leans down, drawing the knife down his front. It's just enough to skim the fabric, and nick his skin here and there. ]

And no matter how you arrange it, it's never going to be right, because that's simply not the way it was built. The remorse encompasses you, a reminder of what you don't have... That very possibility was taken from you at conception!

[ As she grasps his clothing to tear at its new seam, her voice rises. ]

I wonder, what could I take from you?

[ William's grown used to doing this himself. It's a meaningful act, despite how gruesome, but watching it be performed by someone who suffers daily because of their incorrect assignment holds so much more meaning. He looks on, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but there's a thrill that comes along with all this that even he can't fully contain. Add to that the lingering feel of Grell's fingers as they caressed his hand moments before and William's enjoying himself, quite a bit.

He leans forward in his chair, elbows atop his knees, fully enjoying this little appetizer. His eyes may even trail along Grell's body, appreciating how her pants hug her rear as she leans over her prey. ]

[ The man's whimpers leave Grell laughing, as she tears at his pants, next. ]

We've a good idea, don't we?

[ Lowering to her knees, she situates herself over the man. It looks as though she could very well suck his cock. In fact, when she takes it in hand, she notices a superficial cut on its head - and so, she does lean in to drag her tongue over the welling blood.

It isn't merciful at all, for a moment later, her grip yanks him taunt. He cries out, weak, but desperate. ]

Oh, tsk. This is nothing.

[ And just like that, she begins to saw it off at the base. ]

[ That first bit, he hadn't been expecting. It sends a jolt through his own cock. And where most men would watch the next part, whimpering along with the man, despite not feeling a shred of his pain, William watches without a flinch. He finds it exhilarating and oddly erotic. After a deep breath, he exhales slowly to keep himself looking proper and professional. ]

Honestly, he's getting off rather easy. He only has to suffer this one night.

[ With the shock of the pain, along with the massive blood loss, the man begins to lose consciousness quickly. Grell crawls forward to smack his cheek imploringly. ]

Oh, come now. You were never a man to begin with, Reggie.

[ Hooking a thumb into his mouth, she pies his mouth wide to shock his cock inside. Registering William's words, then, she shoots him a delightfully guilty grin. ]

Perhaps I've been too hasty.

No.

[ William rises from the chair and approaching them. He extends a hand out to Grell, offering to help her rise. ]

I think you've performed beautifully.

[ Though stoic, the desire to fuck her is plainly obvious in the way he looks at her. ]

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[ Grinning from ear to ear, she takes his hand to stand, and steps in close. The rush of the kill pounds through her veins, breath excited.

Stretching her opposite arm to drape over his shoulder, she presses herself against him. Though her body's heat is masked by the fresh blood soaking her clothes, the stiff cock pressing against him is unmistakably hers! ]

Perhaps we've time for an aftershow.

[ He hums, reaching down to cup her ass with his free hand. He squeezes with decent force, pulling her even closer. ]

Where shall we perform?

[ That gets a breathy, pleasured sigh out of her! ]

Here. Now.

[ Nuzzling her nose along his, her breath is hot on his lips. ]

[ A moment later, William's pressing his lips to hers - forceful and commanding. He can taste the man's blood on her lips, but he doesn't mind. In fact, it fuels that lust more and he's quickly turning her in his arms so she can view her masterpiece while he fucks her. ]

Remove these.

[ He indicates her pants by slapping her ass firmly. ]

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[ Finding herself a bit weak at the knees, Grell faintly moans into that kiss. It's hungry, aggressive - perfect.

Once he suddenly turns her, she's certainly surprised, but rather past the point of rational thinking. Her hands immediately begin to work at the fastenings of her trousers, eyes stuck on the scene before them. Heaving a hot sigh, she must will her mind to stay on track -- she must pull off her heels, before dropping her bottoms, bending over to shimmy them down her legs. ]

I must say, I didn't think I could enjoy this sort of thing more-- until now.

[ His own trousers are opened, allowing him to free himself. ]

It certainly isn't something I ever foresaw for myself.

[ As she's bent over, he grips at her hips, pulling her back against him. The fabric of her panties rubbing against him is a nice little tease. ]

[ She glances back at him with a cheeky grin! ]

Nor I-- and I'm rather disappointed in myself, it's the perfect fantasy.

[ Unfortunately, she much shift about to step out of those pants of hers, but while she's down she tugs her shirt up over her head, and shifting her hair over her shoulder so that he may appreciate the full sight of her back.

Standing nice and slow, her hands trace over the back of his, gripping at her hips. ]

Quite so.

[ Said with an approving hum at the sight of her fully nude body. Those hands run down from her hips, across her stomach and then dip between her thighs, all the while avoiding what so desperately wants to be touched. ]

I can only assume you enjoy it rough.