Vonda opened her door, and let herself into the house. It had been a long day.
She took off her coat, and walked into the living room. She switched on the light.
"I hear you're looking for me."
Vonda jumped. Standing in front of her was a woman, who was middle aged, with a frail complexion and short black hair.
She was holding a gun.
"You're her." Vonda realized, her heart racing. "You're the killer."
The woman laughed. "You think you know me so well, but you don't." She took a step toward's Vonda. "Women were not meant to be FBI agent's. Women are not living up to their duty."
"Is that why you kill them?." Vonda gently asked, trying to remain calm. "Because they don't do their duty?."
The woman nodded. "i'm dying." She admitted, sadly."I'm dying, and those... whore's are allowed to live, with their fake breast's and nose job's. I'm a real woman, damn it." She walked closer to Vonda. "But, you're real, dear, but you don't live up to your duty either."
She took off her coat, and walked into the living room. She switched on the light.
"I hear you're looking for me."
Vonda jumped. Standing in front of her was a woman, who was middle aged, with a frail complexion and short black hair.
She was holding a gun.
"You're her." Vonda realized, her heart racing. "You're the killer."
The woman laughed. "You think you know me so well, but you don't." She took a step toward's Vonda. "Women were not meant to be FBI agent's. Women are not living up to their duty."
"Is that why you kill them?." Vonda gently asked, trying to remain calm. "Because they don't do their duty?."
The woman nodded. "i'm dying." She admitted, sadly."I'm dying, and those... whore's are allowed to live, with their fake breast's and nose job's. I'm a real woman, damn it." She walked closer to Vonda. "But, you're real, dear, but you don't live up to your duty either."
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