Courtney Lorenzo

The woman before him was known for her violent outbursts. It was well known that the social circle that she was in that she was obsessive, insane and would do anything to get what she was. And what she wanted was him, him only. He guided her upstairs. She had made sure to get as much skin contact as possible, leaning on him.

They reached the room that her group was in , and the room was messy all over, with bottles of champagne, whiskey all over. Some of their pieces of clothing were hanging off the snow white coaches. He placed her on the coach and looked straight into her eyes. The madness was swelling inside those red glowing poles, almost like blood spilling.

Courtney Lorenzo, a woman who could streak fear in all. Both men and women feared her, worshipping her. "So do you now see." Courtney said, laughing wickedly, mockingly. There was a woman on the floor, her face covered with burns and cuts. Her lips were swollen, bleeding almost unrecognizable. Her body was almost gone, and her arms and legs had been cut off. "You are so beautiful." Courtney said, rubbing her knife against the naked woman's stomach. She was crying now, tears streaming through all the dirt on her face, leaving a clean trail.

"Shhhh, don't worry , I will make you one of my marvelous pieces of art." She laughed before plunging the rusted knife into her and laughing while doing so. She cut her open, revealing the woman's bare organs still moving inside her, She looked at the woman and said happily, "Well would you look at that, you're beautiful on the inside too, these right here will be worth alot of money." She looked into the small fear shaken eyes that were now slowly losing their life.

Courtney leaned on the woman's chest, singing to her softly . She watched as the life slowly painfully left the woman's body, the look of horror and fear sealed by death.

Wasting no time Courtney continued singing, humming the soft song began to take out the woman's organs starting with her heart first then moving down all the way to her lower organs, the cuts she had made earlier did not damage anything, but she got high from the fear she saw from the woman. Afterward, she placed the products into special boxes and then called the henchmen to take them.

But now, after doing so much work, she wanted a break, so she came to her father's club, but she did not expect to see someone so familiar, yet so mysterious. She knew him yet didn't know where she saw this masterpiece of a man. She looked into his eyes, cooling her murderous aura. She wanted him, no needed him. Her body and mind had never been so calm, so at peace. The voices in her head were silenced. She wanted him to stay by her side. She would have to ask her father about him or, rather, Alex .She knew her father all too well he would want this man as well it was better to ask Alex. She thought.