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No 9to5 - Bianca
Bianca sat in her car, cigarette dangling from her lips, eyes sharp as razors. She pulled on her leather gloves, smirking.
“Time to cash in, you old wrinkled bitch,” she muttered to herself, flicking ash onto the car floor. “God, I fucking love this.”
She stepped out, tightening her ponytail, put on her denim jacket that hugging her figure. With a practiced flick, she pulled the black balaclava over her face. The air was cold, but Bianca’s blood was boiling, her heart pounding with excitement.
She approached the quiet house, slipping in through the back door like a shadow. Upstairs, she heard faint snoring.
“Poor old bitch has no idea,” Bianca whispered under her breath, licking her lips. “Can’t wait to see the look on her face.”
In the bedroom, the old woman awoke with a gasp — eyes wide in terror. Bianca was on her in an instant, one gloved hand over her mouth, the other pressing a blade against her throat.
“Shhh… not a peep, you dusty old cunt,” Bianca hissed. “This is how it ends for you, sweetheart.”
The old woman whimpered beneath the glove, tears welling up.
“Pathetic,” Bianca sneered. “Sitting on piles of cash while you rot away here like a fucking fossil.”
Without hesitation, Bianca dragged the knife across the woman’s throat — a swift, brutal slice. The old woman gurgled, her body twitching before collapsing to the floor, eyes frozen wide.
“Night-night, grandma,” Bianca grinned, wiping the blade on the woman’s cardigan. She leaned down and spit hard on the lifeless body.
“Should’ve spent it while you were alive, you greedy old cunt,” she muttered.
She straightened up, cracking her neck, and moved to the dresser, yanking drawers open, grabbing bundles of cash.
“Fuck, I love this,” Bianca murmured, stuffing the money into her jacket. “Who needs a goddamn day job when idiots like this keep me paid?”
Turning back to the corpse, Bianca crouched down, yanking the gold necklace off the old woman’s neck and slipping her rings off one by one.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she smirked, pocketing the jewelry. With a chuckle, she gave the lifeless face two firm taps with her gloved fingers.
“Sweet dreams.”
As she slipped out the back door, mask still on, the rush hit her full force. Bianca felt unstoppable. The world was full of prey, and she was the apex predator.
“Goddamn,” she whispered, pulling off her mask and lighting another cigarette as she walked to her car. “Best fuckin’ night of the week.”
No 9to5 - Bianca
Bianca sat in her car, cigarette dangling from her lips, eyes sharp as razors. She pulled on her leather gloves, smirking.
“Time to cash in, you old wrinkled bitch,” she muttered to herself, flicking ash onto the car floor. “God, I fucking love this.”
She stepped out, tightening her ponytail, put on her denim jacket that hugging her figure. With a practiced flick, she pulled the black balaclava over her face. The air was cold, but Bianca’s blood was boiling, her heart pounding with excitement.
She approached the quiet house, slipping in through the back door like a shadow. Upstairs, she heard faint snoring.
“Poor old bitch has no idea,” Bianca whispered under her breath, licking her lips. “Can’t wait to see the look on her face.”
In the bedroom, the old woman awoke with a gasp — eyes wide in terror. Bianca was on her in an instant, one gloved hand over her mouth, the other pressing a blade against her throat.
“Shhh… not a peep, you dusty old cunt,” Bianca hissed. “This is how it ends for you, sweetheart.”
The old woman whimpered beneath the glove, tears welling up.
“Pathetic,” Bianca sneered. “Sitting on piles of cash while you rot away here like a fucking fossil.”
Without hesitation, Bianca dragged the knife across the woman’s throat — a swift, brutal slice. The old woman gurgled, her body twitching before collapsing to the floor, eyes frozen wide.
“Night-night, grandma,” Bianca grinned, wiping the blade on the woman’s cardigan. She leaned down and spit hard on the lifeless body.
“Should’ve spent it while you were alive, you greedy old cunt,” she muttered.
She straightened up, cracking her neck, and moved to the dresser, yanking drawers open, grabbing bundles of cash.
“Fuck, I love this,” Bianca murmured, stuffing the money into her jacket. “Who needs a goddamn day job when idiots like this keep me paid?”
Turning back to the corpse, Bianca crouched down, yanking the gold necklace off the old woman’s neck and slipping her rings off one by one.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she smirked, pocketing the jewelry. With a chuckle, she gave the lifeless face two firm taps with her gloved fingers.
“Sweet dreams.”
As she slipped out the back door, mask still on, the rush hit her full force. Bianca felt unstoppable. The world was full of prey, and she was the apex predator.
“Goddamn,” she whispered, pulling off her mask and lighting another cigarette as she walked to her car. “Best fuckin’ night of the week.”