It was late, but the girl waited in the circle of lamplight, hoping for just one more customer. She shivered in her thin coat, and was about to give up when a dark voice addressed her from just outside the ring of orange light.
“Depends what you want.”
“Oh. I want it all,” the glee was barely suppressed.
The hand that grabbed her was strong, with hard yellow nails. As he pulled her out of the lamplight she caught the gleam of moonlight on a blade.
The oil he used to burn her body smelled sweet…