"...It seems to me that every night turns out to be a little more like Bukowski"
"I was born for this. I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead," the tiny 13 year old paused long enough to tap the ash off of the end of her clove cigarette," that's Charles Bukowski, are you familiar with his work
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Her hand was inside of the cage while she spoke and emerged with one of the largest rats he had ever seen.
"I was scared of rats, all the disease and dirt they spread like vermin. Then daddy told me his biggest secret. You see, he was a doctor and being a doctor he watched everybody: old and young, rich and poor, and pretty and ugly dying from sickness. He didn't want that for his little girl so he worked hard and now I can't get sick...ever."
She giggled triumphantly as she made her way back to her captive, petting the rat as if it were a kitten. Everything about her was so young, except for the evil that appeared in her eyes when the chair shifted under the man into a long rack, tying him spread eagle.
"When I started my rise to power I couldn't get a single villain to sign on with me, they all laughed at me. Never one to give up I simple went out and got someone who could be anyone I needed him to be. Now I own this city and everyone is afraid!"
Grabbing a hollowed out box off of her desk she placed the rat on the man's stomach and then the box on top of that, sealing her furry friend inside. Pulling her pack of cloves out of her pocket she lights another before turning the still light match on top of the box, igniting it.
"You see, I love rats because I'm just like them. I'll do absolutely anything to survive. I told you to kill my father, it was an easy task. Hell, Bloodtype did all the leg work for you. Now however I have someone running around claiming to be my father. See the mess you left me!"
Feeling the rat beginning to gnaw at his shirt tears begin to stream down his face. Tears she gingerly bends down to kiss lightly away, butterfly kisses.
"Don't worry about me though sweetie. Just like this rat the flames will never ever touch me, and I burrow through anyone who gets in my way."
The only thing that drowned out the man's screams are the sound of her giggling.
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