Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
Her skirt hugged her thighs, still sticky from last night’s charge with Big Daddy, the scent of sex faint but there.
“I know you know who I am” she said, voice ice cold and sharp. “And why I’m here. You sick fucking pricks.”
Toni circled a glowing super-machine, bat dragging on the floor, scraping metal, eyes wild with destruction.
“This one looks expensive” she said, lifting it high.
Rex lunged forward, hands out. “WAIT—we’ll terminate everything. Every link to Big Daddy. Please.”
Screens flashed red across the room, deleting files, smashing hard drives with frantic hammers. Big Daddy tried to step forward, stuck, servos whining high-pitched, his massive frame trembling.