Another whore, another fucking dollar for the Brothel of Flesh. Right now, Kallista watched as a soon to be dead whore convulsed on the couch as the Eightball rotted her insides. She warned this bitch not to mix two types of drugs and to make sure the drugs was top quality but whores were known to be liars. Even if she got all of these men and women to piss in a cup and have her personal doctor make sure each of her money makers were healthy as can be on the drugs supplied to keep them going at all hours of the night there were a few who slipped up on their consumption. Take a look at this bitch writhing in pain as she foamed at the fucking mouth. She should have known better than to keep asking for another hit as she waited for a client but Kallista made the whore feel all better as she was the one to inject the cunt with the dirty Eightball. What? This Madame needed her stable of male and female prositutes to know she did not hesitate to take any of them out at the cost of losing a potential money maker because she could easily replace their asses with anybody off of the street.<br/><br/>Anybody off the street? Yes, most of these 'employees' were courtesy of the yearly trading party where she bought seveal runaways, strippers, drug addicts, any and every type of female brought into the place for the purpose of bringing money into the Brothel. When she had money in her pockets everyone was fucking happy. When Kallista had trouble with a whore, she brought in her goons to take care of business. However, with this druggie hooker, she wanted to be the one to take this cunt out of this fucked up world. People should know better than to take anything she offered without their being lines attached to the gift. This one assumed she was giving a free hit of an Eightball without remembering Kallista's dark nickname.<em>Bloody Black Widow</em>and this black widow used her methods of killing by combining cocaine, heroin with a sprinkle of Ajax and paprika. She wanted to give the hooker a nice one, two punch before she died and the bitch died very ugly on her couch.<br/><br/>"Get rid of the body and the couch, she stunk it up with her feces," she muttered, sneering as she found out the hard way once a person starts to go into shock and their insides are being burnt from the Ajax that the body releases its hold on every and any body fluids. The dead bitch bled from her nose, eyes, ears, started to vomit then it went into her pissing and shitting her new couch. She should have done this outside but there was the fact the female screamed throughout the slow torture of the dash of Ajax thrown into the drugs. If she had put a lot of Ajax, the bitch would have died within minutes but Kallista was one for drawing out pleasure and pain. Pain for the hooker but a huge amount of pleasure for her. Kallista was truly was a sick bitch but considering her twin was the sociopath of the two, she had to hand it to her twin. In fact, it was in Kallista's own need to see the death of the prostitute she missed a call from her twin. Such a shame.<br/><br/>Kallista of course felt the vibration of the phone against her hip but she chose to ignore it as she took a better look at the corpse of the female. She looked too pretty in death but when the whore was alive the bitch had a mouth on her. Kallista was the only one in the Mansion to have a fucking mouth and the whores who thought to speak out were soon given punishment. Punishments included but varied in severity of mistakes whippings, rapes, spankings, mutiliation, broken bones, beatings, dry drownings and the list went on because no one was going to stop this Head Bitch In Charge. She controlled those inside her place who sold their bodies for money and she planned on keeping control. Black widow's only problem stemmed from the law enforcement who were not bought with her money but wanted to take the organization of drugs and prostitution down. No one was taking her down without a bloody fight.<br/><br/>"Madame, there is an unexpected appointment downstairs. Two men, one a two bit drug dealer and he may have brought you someone to replace that one," the guard answered as he motioned to the stiffening corpse of the druggie slut. It seemed he was going to have to find another place to dump the buddy. His employer seemed to be in some sort of murderous fit but it could be from the fact she had to deal with lawyers over the unexpected death of her second husband. Unexpected death being the Madame's husband was found to have enough tranquilizers in his system to know out three elephants put together. The death was suspicious but she was nowhere near her husband at the time of his unfortunate demiss. With the death of the husband came the influx of his estate which totaled over one hundred million dollars. His employer always knew how to spot the rich bastards and sink her fangs into their wallets. He only hoped the next one was someone his employer could marry and get rid of in a matter of weeks instead of the months spent on this last husband.<br/><br/>"Bring them in...I need a new whore anyhow..." Let the games begin.