Revenge is a dish best served cold

It had been a wild night. The bed sheets were in tangles and clothes were lying everywhere. In the center of the room lay a man semi-conscious, drifting between sleep and reality.

'Ummph. Man these girls are so wild!', thought Kiba as he rolled over to the other side of the bed. He opened one eye and took in the scene around him. Yep he needed to cut back on the hookers.

"Hey hun you up for another round?" asked the woman, walking into the room.

"Nah, maybe later." he said.

"Alright then, see yeah."

"Whatever." said Kiba nonchalantly. The bitch charged too much anyway.

'Man what a dickhead!' thought the woman as she put her clothes on. He had treated her like crap all day. Even the sex was terrible.

'I can't wait to get out of here. That bastard might decide not to pay me! Speaking of which I should get the money.'

The woman finished getting dressed. She paused to admire herself in the mirror–still beautiful after all these years–before walking to the room and opening the door.

"Yo, are you gonna pay me?" she was greeted with silence.

'Damn bastard must be asleep.' She walked over to the bed and tried to wake him up.

"Come on you lazy bastard! I want my money now!" she succeeded in flipping him over but what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks.

The man was lying limp and motionless. There was blood gushing from his mouth and there was a long slash along his chest.

"Oh my god! What is this?" she screamed.

Suddenly she heard a noise behind her as though someone was attempting to sneak away. Filled with horror the woman lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground. The door to the room opened and closed with a muffled thud.

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