The whore choked on her blood, was she dying? She was terrified. Her wannabe tough guy pimp was gasping, his death rattle was in fill swing. The Putrid looked at them both and laughed. It laughed deeper and longer than they'd ever heard before. "You're sssso ssssspecial..." it mocked. "Sssso diffferent, sssso uni-Que, HAHAHAHHAHAHAH" it drove its goved hand into the little pimp manlets guts. "Ttttell me litttle man" it smiled and growled, "ttttell me now.", all the little midget could do was moan. "Tttell me the secretsss you THINK you've uncoverrred" it laughed again, and then crushed the bastards head. All the while his pet whore was screaming. "Yyyouu think you'ree special ttttoo? HAHHAHAHAHA, VERY SSSSPECIAL!"

The whores screams could be heard in the night, but no one saved her. This was her reward for helping a lying thieving piece of scum, this was her reward for participating in every setup, every jump, every threat, this was her gift, but she didn't want it, and that only made The Putrid more eager to give.