The she-beast, Slattern, dressed an obscene outfit stood outside a building held up by a miracle. She tapped the wooden paddle against her leg.
Slattern wrinkled her piggy nose. “Your morality seeps out of you like sun baked feces. You’re on time.” Her voice made vulgarities sound nice.
“You’re actually disappointed,” Jade replied.
“I find it enjoyable paddling you until you bleed, vermin.”
“Lust molds around people’s eyes and screws their vision. That’s the only way anyone would find your bulbous flesh appealing,” Jade said.
Slattern tightened her expression, making her face even uglier. She swung the paddle. Jade stepped back. The bulging cretin put too much force behind that swing. She rolled forward— into Jade’s hand. She palmed the beast’s face, shoving her backwards. Slattern’s quick feet stopped her from falling on her wide bottom.
“Why don’t you shed that human skin and let people see the real you. I give them one second before they vomit,” Jade said.
“Don’t be angry because you’re built like a brick house. Why would anyone want excrements when so many jewels are out there?”
What a repugnant image. Laughter spilled out of Jade. It tangled with her breath. She gripped her middle as each outburst tried to tear her ribs in two. The sting on her cheek spit out the last bit of laughter. A blow knocked Jade’s jaw sideways.
Jade swirled blood in her mouth and spit it on the woman’s feet.
Slattern raised the paddle. Lunging forward, Jade freed the wooden board and threw it down the street. Screaming, Slattern raced after it and kissed it. Disgusting. Jade walked into the buildin
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