Alyce Page #4

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Working on the deltoids,

not too much.

Then stay there to look feminine,

only hornier.

To the extent that is possible. You need

come. I'll take care of you.

What you need, you name it.

You do not say much, do you?

Let's get outta here.

Willingly, I like that.

Nice house.

I had a very wrong impression of you.

I thought you were crazy.

I get you anything?

Do not.

- Yes, this is getting better.

I have to tell you something and I say

against all the girls I f***.

You pull the kurtste end...

... Because now you will get the post of Kurt.

- Would you stop talking.

Fine. You're so...

You're so awesome.

Wait.

- Why? This is good.

Yeah, right there.

- Tasty pimples on your back.

I really do not use steroids.

Go f*** me or not?

- Good.

B*tch.

That's better.

- No, that's not it. This is better.

Okay, fine.

- Jesus Christ, that hurt.

No idea what you're talking about.

If you do not use steroids, you hear

on your back to have. No pustules

You really are crazy.

Easy, big guy.

There is no cut.

Just relax and let me do the work.

My nipple bleeding, damn.

My damn nipple bleeding.

My nipple bleeding.

Poor baby.

Relax. I will not hurt you anymore,

I promise. Come on, now.

Calm down.

- Kiss Me. Come on, now.

Wanna taste my blood? Come on.

You're crazy.

- You fall into repetitions, Kurt.

Enough with that perverted stuff.

Enough?

- Yes?

Relax.

You're kidding.

- Hey, are you home?

Can I come and get her purse so?

- Sure, come on.

You're kidding.

I found that very delicious. And you?

- Are you crazy?

Thank you for letting

shake stud. My world Now get out.

Close the door behind you.

My God, what happened to you?

- Oh, that.

I have been struck upon a pole.

That does not look good.

- It's all right.

How are you?

I keep at it and try to deal with it.

I know. It's okay.

You did not ask how it is with me.

How are you?

- I miss you.

I miss her so much.

I miss you.

Alyce, what are you doing?

It's good.

Wait.

What is that? Is that your blood?

- Nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about.

I can make you feel better.

Wait, do not.

Can I please just get

Carroll's purse?

Hi, sweetheart.

It's not convenient now. I love you.

No knife.

- What did you say?

I have no makeshift knife.

- What?

What have you done?

Get help. Call someone, please.

I do not wanna die, please.

- You make me quite sad.

She wondered how it would be.

- Please help me.

Pitiful, it's pitiful.

- Help me, please.

And always the same.

They would have been disappointed.

Hi.

- How are you?

Can I borrow it?

- Of course. Do you need help?

I have a method of working.

- What?

How to rid you of a corpse.

But if you need help...

Can I borrow this too?

- Of course.

Thanks.

Off that head.

Any idea what time it is?

- No, but I can look at my phone.

I do not ask what time it is.

I get upset, you know, about the noise.

It's late.

- Sorry, I'll finish this tomorrow.

Finish what?

- A corpse elimination.

I grind it finely,

that cuts easier.

That's not funny.

- I know.

Who is this?

- Old news.

Why do you take Vince's phone?

Come along,

then you'll find out.

Vince?

You do not have to shout.

- Is he here?

Describe 'here.'

- Is he here?

He's here, but he's not.

Not you respond to me. You have her

suffocate, perhaps pushed.

You have problems, Renee.

- I? I have problems?

Girl, you are the figurehead of the

'foundation problems.

Calm but.

- Do not tell me to calm down.

Control yourself, Renee, otherwise I do.

Come on, b*tch.

What you gonna do? Well?

The knife is in Vince, so you strike

with the baseball bat, head, I think.

What are you doing here?

- What loose ends meet.

Your boyfriend Clark makes life difficult for me because

I fired you.

He's not my friend.

- Anyway.

It was not my fault,

it is the policy of this company.

I'm just doing my job.

Clark did not even look at me.

They always look at you, Alyce.

They laugh at you.

Why no one is looking at me?

Why no one is looking at me?

Jesus, what time is it? Is that light?

It's too early. Wake me

when the sun goes down.

, Where is the bat for?

To get control.

Who controls you, Rex?

Disturbed b*tch.

What the hell is going on?

Are you crazy? Is that it?

My brother.

B*tch, that was my drug.

Are you crazy?

Stay down, I mean it.

You're my b*tch.

You know, this is even better.

You're my toy.

Yeah, you're my toy.

Let basically even.

You are a prisoner.

I am because you are and Russia,

what's her name? You are...

How is it possible.

What?

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