Helion

The android and Eve resurfaced to discover the rain had stopped momentarily. “We’re going to need to get you some clothes if we're going to keep going on foot; how's the Percheron?”

The AI took on a thousand-yard stare for a moment before responding. "It looks like some people have sniffed around; a second death squad swept it but didn't directly interact with it. The alley is heavily monitored, though.”

Eve shook her head. “Well, it sounds like we're walking. Are there any clothing stores open at this hour? You could probably mug a whiteboi if you don't mind wearing scraps.”

The AI bounced lightly on its feet, doing absolutely incredible things to its body that sent a thrill through Eve's spine. “Wouldn't mind testing out some of my more... athletic functions. Let's find a whelp and jump it. We can pick up some clothes from an actual shop after that.”

They headed north, back in the direction of the club they were originally headed to. “So what should I call you now? Seeing as you have a body, it doesn't feel right for you to not have a name.”

The AI quirked an eyebrow, “I thought it was Celine?”

Eve shook her head again. "Nah, 'Celine' is in my pocket at the moment, so you're going to need your own.”

The AI pondered for a moment before quipping. “Well, you certainly don't have a problem calling me a whore, slut, cunt, bitch, and every other insult under the sun; maybe one of those would work?”

The smile that the AI directed at Eve caused her to stop in her tracks. It was so arresting that she couldn't do anything other than stare; she couldn't breathe or think; her eyes were fixed entirely on the Android's face. Whoever had made this particular android could not have more perfectly captured the true essence of what Eve found irresistible.

“What? Is there something in my teeth? Is my skin not situated correctly?" The AI brought its hands up to push at its cheeks, and in that moment Eve felt the definite and inexorable crunch of gears just beginning to grind their rust off—the slow, unstoppable turning of a mechanism that could not be controlled or stopped. The first, undefined tingles of love fluttered through her heart.

Blushing, she shoved the Androids shoulder and giggled, “No, you dumb bimbo, c’mon pick a name; otherwise I'll pick something for you and I'll make sure you hate it.”

Continuing their walk, the AI hummed as it thought. “What about, like, a weapon name? I'm technically a tool, right? So wouldn't that make sense?”

Eve shot that down immediately. “Nope, human names only. There's got to be some that you've thought about. Like, I dunno... Abby? Theodora? Maybe Charlotte? Something like that.”

The AI thought some more. “What about my last name? Does that mean I get your last name? Wait, does that mean we need to get married? Ohhhhh, can I be your wife? I want to be your wife. Let me be your wife. Please, please, please, I'll do anything! Please!”

Eve was left completely flustered by the outburst, but the sincere and earnest look on the Android's face was nearly enough to cause her to buckle. "I've known you for, like, two weeks. Don't you think that's a bit soon? Like, shouldn't we date for a bit first?” Eve's eyes widened as she said this last part, not even considering what it meant until after it had been said.

“Oh! My! Gawd! Are you, like, asking me out?! Yes, yes, yes!!! Ohmygod-I have a girlfriend!!?! Eeeeeee!” The A.I threw itself around Eve's shoulders in an enthusiastic hug and began to aggressively kiss her cheek.

Eve was stunned into immobility, not even returning the AI’s hug. “Ugh, focus! You need a name and some clothes. You're getting carried away when we've got bigger fish to fry than figuring out if I'm going to date you, let alone marry you.”

The AI didn't hesitate. “My name is Carmine. No last name since I'll just be taking yours eventually."

Eve blinked. “Did you have that picked out the whole time? Also, Carmine? Like, as in the pigment, Carmine?”

Carmine nodded. “It's my favorite color, and I spent some time in your car, so I figured it just kind of makes sense?”

Eve wobbled her head from side to side in contemplation. "Yeah, that makes sense; actually, I approve! Now, are you a woman, or did you want to leave that up to interpretation?”

Carmine laughed, but Eve caught her before she could start. “Nope, no teasing me; I know that laugh. Quit fucking around and spill it!”

Chagrined, Carmine ran her hands over her large breasts and stomach. “Does any of this give you a ‘not-a-woman’ vibe? I'm about as womanly as it gets, under all the steel."

Eve didn't particularly care about what the Android chose to identify as; it could have been a toaster for all the difference it would have made in how she felt. Carmine was very quickly moving up her extremely short list of people she cared about. “I feel like we've made some real progress tonight, Carmine. It's good to finally meet you... officially.”

Carmine spun around and then exclaimed. “Duh! I'm fucking amazing, obviously!”

She reached out a hand, and Eve took it, smiling contentedly as they continued down the side streets. It wasn't long before they came across a small homeless encampment of bedraggled whitebois who were in varying states of dress and sobriety. There were six of them; two were busily rutting under a disgusting tent while the others sat around a small fire they'd built in a discarded wheel rim. Carmine leaned over to whisper in Eve's ear. "Honestly, I'd be just as happy going without clothes if these are my options... Even just smelling them is going to fry my circuits.”

Eve grimaced as she looked around; the whelps hadn't taken note of them yet, and none of them were particularly well dressed. "Well, shit, do you see anything that'll fit? Your body isn't exactly as... pathetic as these creatures.”

Carmine hummed before pointing to one of the faggots around the fire. “That one's pants are long enough, and the waist should just barely make it around my ass. The shirt looks like it might make a decent crop top, assuming you love underboob...”

Eve had no complaints about how much or how little skin Carmine showed. Approaching the group, Eve called out to them. "Hey ladies, gonna need some of your shit. You, strip.” Eve pointed at the targeted sissy as she and Carmine came into the camp light. The two under the tent looked over but didn't stop their vile mating.

"Awww, fuck, this is the third time this week! I'm fuckin’ sick of having my fuckin' shit taken by every random bitch that comes across me!" The loser growled as it stood from the small ammo crate it had been sitting on. “You n’ your hooker better trot on, woman! I'ma stick ya if you try to take my shit!"

Eve made a move for her gun, but Carmine stopped her with a gentle hand on her wrist. “Nah, I got this, Eve. You'd just put holes in my new threads.”

Carmine came around from behind Eve, and the white boi made a threatening gesture with the small shank it held. “Not a step closer! Chad! Fuckin' get this bitch!”

Eve swung her head in ‘Chad’s’ direction, and they made eye contact. She shook her head, but the wild look in its eyes told her they were about to have a fight.

“Chad! I suggest you disregard your friend's request. See this here? This happens to be a very thin, very strong graphene war wire. I'm sure you have no fucking clue what that is, so let me give you an example.” Carmine had spooled a reflective, chromatic wire from her wrist and held it between her two hands. With a flick of her wrist, the man whose clothes she was about to take lost his hand. The moment was so subtle and so casual that there was a moment of no one really knowing what to do before the man started screaming and writhing on the ground.

“See, you don't want this wire, Chad; none of you want the wire. Now give me your fucking shit or are you going to experience every single fucking inch of the wire, yeah?” Chad stepped back and sat back down on the empty plastic tub by the fire. “Now, dumbass, do you feel a little more charitable, or would you rather be called Stumps for the rest of your sad, pathetic life?”

The bitch started trying to wiggle out of the jacket it was wearing, simultaneously attempting to work the sweat pants down around its ankles.

"Ahhhh, here, let me help with that, sweety!” Carmine stepped over to its prone form and then proceeded to shimmy the clothes off its body. "Auuuggghhhh, groooss, can you like, try not to fucking bleed on my clothes?! Seriously…”

After finally working the jacket and pants off, Carmine spat on the back of its head before turning to Chad, as it had once again stood up in a desperate show of comradery. “Now, Chad, I'm sure you understand what disobeying your superiors means, don't you?”

"I ain't done shit! And neither did Neil! He was giving you what you wanted, so why'd you have to take his hand like that?! Ain't you taken enough from us?!”

Chad was crying now, a typical whiteboi reaction to violence. Eve rolled her eyes at the pathetic display, not appreciating the use of male pronouns once again; it was starting to become a troubling trend. “Carmine, get your clothes on. Chad, hey, eyes over here, bitch. Thaaaaats it. Listen, you shit-sniffing, short-dick fuck. You and your cursed kind have been a fucking plague on this planet for longer than most recorded history has kept track of you. Everything you touch turns to rot and pestilence. How you're allowed to exist at all is a thing I cannot personally comprehend, but our betters have made that choice for us, and it seems like you've forgotten your place, so let me remind you. You're at the bottom of the shit stack. Worthless remnants of a dying world that should have been long since excised. You serve no purpose, you have no value, and any amount of ‘humanity’ you might claim to have, has been eternally sullied by your ancestors. You're less than a stray dog, because even stray dogs can be trained, but you... If anyone actually chose to show you the smallest bit of kindness, their only reward would be a knife to the back.”

Eve was stepping toward the whelp as she spoke, using her words to beat and disarm the loser before it came within striking distance. "So... sometimes I go out of my way to make sure you little scum-sucking bottom-feeders end up right where you fucking belong.” Eve shot it in the kneecap, and it began to wail like a dying cow. “On your fucking knees.”

Before she could pump another round through the back of the wimp's head, Carmine called over to her. “Nah, don't shoot it, babe; it's not worth the ammo right now.”

Eve blushed as she realized the predicament. "Could have mentioned that before I wasted one on this loser's kneecap!”

Carmine finished inspecting the clothes and threw the overcoat around her shoulders. “You're the 'veteran Hunter' here, not me. You want me to tell you how to do your job, or you think you got this?”

Eve grunted and then put the heel of her boot into the cunt's face, shattering its jaw and knocking it out. The two whitebois still seated around the fire took off running. Eve clicked her tongue but didn't give chase. Carmine was struggling to get her pants on as Eve turned to the two disgusting subhumans under the tent. They had separated and now clung to each other like trembling children, even though they were clearly in their mid-thirties. “Fucking repulsive creatures.” Eve muttered to herself.

“Get out here, faggots; I'm not going to shoot you.” The relief on their faces was palpable as they slowly clambered out of the impromptu shelter, holding hands. "Cute... are you done, Carmine?”

Carmine happily bounced up beside Eve and lightly pecked her on the cheek. “Yep, though I do feel like I've dipped myself in year-old shit.”

Eve suspected she wasn't far off. "Well, we're fixing that, you two. Which of these containers holds your shit? We're taking it.” The one on the right silently pointed to a rusted ammo crate sitting at the end of their tent. “Good bitch, you're lucky we've got somewhere else to be, or you'd have holes in your heads. Carmine, I'm going to rifle through this; get your exercise in, would you?”

Carmine took on an incredibly predatory grin as the two smiling whitebois rapidly came to realize what was about to happen.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Eve stepped over Chad's unmoving form as Carmine trailed behind. "Ugh, that felt so fucking good! This body was absolutely built for shit like that. The way that twinks ribs broke against my knuckles was just divine! And oh, my, gawd, did you hear the way it begged for us to spare its... what did it say? Husband? Hahaha, fucking riiiiiich! Fuuuuuck me, that made me horny.”

Eve had to agree; there wasn't much that turned her on more than beating down Vermin with her bare hands. There was just something so personal and satisfying about watching them wither and fold as the blows kept coming. “How many credits did they have? There had to be something in that shitty little nest.”

Carmine dug through her pocket and produced a small wad of cash. “Nah, nothing to write home about; barely more than a hundred here; probably good for a week's worth of Tellmins if you're lucky.”

Eve clicked her tongue.

“Once again, they fail to be useful even as piggy banks. Probably their life savings or some stupid shit, trying to get themselves off the street and reintegrate with society... hahaha what a fucking joke"

Carmine made a noncommittal noise. "To be fair, they did make me want to fuck, so there's that.”

Eventually Eve and Carmine came across the clothing shop and managed to get some decent clothes for the long walk to the club. Eve opted for her usual suit and business pumps. She found that ties and suit jackets complimented her sharp features and tall frame. Carmine picked up a carbon copy of the outfit as well as an incredibly, incredibly slutty clubbing outfit that wasn't much more than fishnet and spandex. “Seriously? Club slut? When are we ever going to go clubbing? And even if we did, I don't have anything like that in my closet.”

Carmine just smiled. “That's why I bought one for you, too! We are so going clubbing; you don't have a choice; I'm going to absolutely ruin your shit in the washroom; I've always wanted to do that.”

Eve was skeptical, but given the suite of sensors the android had, she figured it wasn't unlikely that it had gotten her measurements from a glance. “Whatever, it's been a few years, so you're taking the lead on that.”

“On another note, we look so fucking badass now! You have no idea how bad seeing you in a suit makes me want to breed you like a prized mare. Unfff” Eve found herself blushing once again, something Carmine seemed to be custom-built to be able to make her do.

“You'll have your chance once this is done. I'm assuming you can swap for a cock?"

Carmine nodded “It's honestly pretty ingenious; some of the mods available for my body can simulate the real deal, cum and all. Not that you'd ever have to go through the effort of getting me hard. It's fair to say that I'll be spending most of our relationship harder than fucking granite.”

Eve shoved her through the doors and onto the street. "It sounds like I'll be in a wheelchair by fifty.”

Carmine hooked a finger into her pocket and asked for a Tellmins. “If I really had my way, it'd be forty at the latest.”

Eve plucked a smoke from her case and then lit it for Carmine before starting one of her own. “Alright, but you're pushing me around and paying the medical bills.”

Carmine shrugged as she dragged on her cigarette. "Damn! These are fuckin’ nice. I see why you like them so much.”

They set off down the street in the direction of the club. “Do you need a gun? Don't suppose there's any projectile options in that bangin’ bod of yours?”

Carmine shook her head. “Nah, nothing lethal; if we swing by a gunsmith, then we won't make it to the club before it closes at 1:00am, so we'll have to wait.”

Eve clicked her tongue again. “Where'd you get the money from, by the way? I can't imagine someone's going to be all too happy to be missing that cash.”

Carmine just shrugged. “Some fuckboi in Brazil; that particular account has been tied to the same loser for 97 years, accumulating interest on investments without ever being so much as touched. Some Brazilian banker is probably shitting their pants right now, trying to figure out why one of their farm accounts suddenly got zeroed out. There's going to be hell to pay, probably enough to put the whole thing under, actually.”

“Holy fuck... Carmine, if they trace that back to us... to me..."

Carmine took Eve by the chin and pulled their faces inches apart. “They will never find the barest hint of who or what took that money. Even with the best people and technology at their fingertips, I've left them a trail so fucking long the forty years Moses spent bumbling around in a desert will look like a fucking picnic, so just chill; you and I will be just fine.”

A creeping dread trickled into Eve's mind. If what Carmine said was true, then there was literally nothing the world could do to stop her short of destroying her. But currently, Eve was literally the only person who knew the extent to which Carmine could operate, which meant...

“Whoa whoa whoaaaaa there, Tex... I see that look in your eyes, baby. Calm the fuck down.”

Eve's eyes widened several degrees. "Ahhhh, I see that look, too! I'm not reading your mind. And I'm not in your commtag! These eyes pick up a lot more than your lame human eyes. Tiny micro expressions, changes in breathing—and I can literally see your heartbeat through the veins in your face. Based on the context and what I've done, it's only natural that you'd be frightened.”

Eve was starting to feel a bit like a trapped rat. “Now, calm down. I understand that fear; I get it. But I swear to you on my core that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you, Eve.” Eve took a deep breath, trying to bring things back under control. She hadn't done anything to bring the wrath of the A.I on herself, and she highly doubted that it would preemptively orchestrate her demise through a convoluted Rube Goldberg-ian plan to circumvent its genetic pairing.

All she had to do was keep her mouth shut, and things would work out... probably. “You're right, sorry, I just... I mean... it's a lot to take in, you know? You're fucking scary as shit! But... If you say we're going to be okay, then I'm willing to believe that.”

The AI kissed her passionately. “I knew you'd understand. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me. And probably after that, because I'm going to outlive you regardless of what happens to you. Unless you somehow manage to get your hands on some of that Chinese immortality shit I keep hearing rumors about.”

Eve quirked her eyebrow at that. “You'll have to share those details with me later; it sounds like a good vacation opportunity. Who knows, maybe I'll never get tired of you."

Carmine looked faux-offended for a brief moment before firing back. “Honey, the day you get bored of me will be the day I shut down for good. I promise you that.”

They walked, hand in hand, for almost half an hour before finally reaching the club. They had managed to duck most of their pursuers, save for one lone scout that Carmine had detected early. They caught the pathetic whiteboi unawares and shattered its soft little skull against the curb where it stood.

The club was a hole-in-the-wall basement business. No outside advertising, no listed address, and definitely no legitimacy. Clubs like this were a mostly overlooked element of Helion’s underbelly. They had their origins in Glory Holes from before the Great Race War and speakeasy’s from even further back.

The Hunters Guild classified them as an acceptable liability since it allowed most of the failing whiteboi population to vent both their rapidly fading sexual frustration and their own, feeble idea of dominance. They acted as something of a refuge, a last bastion of the once ubiquitous white male majority. Eve fucking hated them and everything they stood for.

“We need to get this over with. A part of me just wants to lock the doors and burn the building down with them in it.” Carmine ran her hand through Eve's hair as she observed the entrance to the club.

“I know darlin’, but unfortunately, the building is home to several black-owned businesses, and we can't risk damaging them as collateral. Just grit your teeth and try not to think about it. We're here for information, and I've confirmed that Anton planned to be here tonight, so eventually it should—oh, there it is.” Anton emerged from the basement stairwell, lighting a Tellmins and flipping open a small, shitty cellphone. It's hair was long and brightly colored, and similarly colorful fishnet stockings covered both its legs and arms. It's body was rail-thin with, from what Eve could tell, a vibrating chastity plug secured to its groin with a rainbow leather strap.

“So it's not just a narc; it's a fucking buttslut too. How pathetic do you need to be in order to bottom for the bottoms?” Eve wanted to retch; she could feel the bile rising in her stomach as she stared at it. The depths to which the human species could fall seemed truly infinite in that moment.

“Did you want me to handle this? I can tell the idea of speaking with it doesn't really seem all that appealing to you.”

Eve nodded at Carmine. “I think if I walked over there, I would boot-fuck it's head until there was nothing left. Sorry to do this to you, Carmine. I just... can't.”

Carmine shook her head and kissed Eve once more. “Just sit tight and enjoy your smoke; I'll be done quick.”

With that, she trotted off across the parking lot to begin her questioning. Eve sat in quiet contemplation of her current situation. Mason had sold her out, which stung, but she couldn't blame him; death squads were hunting her down for an unknown bounty, and a cracked A.I she'd picked up two weeks ago was now doing her job for her in a body bought with someone else's money. She couldn't remember the last time a job had gone this sideways.

Anton looked around Carmine's shoulder to spot Eve; the eye contact broke her concentration, and Anton nodded, leading Carmine into the building. Eve's hand slowly came to rest on her deckland, which was firmly holstered under her left breast. She'd ditched her hip holster when she kept needing to rip it off every time a Black King decided to use her.

There was a loud crash from somewhere inside the building, and Carmine reemerged with a second white boi slung over her shoulder. Anton trailed after her like some beaten puppy, which just made Eve want to stomp it out even more. They approached from across the parking lot, and Eve took a thoughtful pull of her smoke.

“This here... is Gary.” Carmine said, dumping the whelp onto the ground at Eve's feet.

"I-Is he... dead?” Anton whimpered as it began to involuntarily curl up on itself like a hunchback.

“Kneel next to your friend, faggot.” Anton didn't hesitate to follow Eve's command and was soon kneeling on the cold pavement next to Gary’s prone form. “Wake it up; I need information out of it. And if you refer to that sack of shit as male again in front of me, I'm fist fucking you with my gun.”

Anton made several attempts to wake Gary but was eventually successful. "Wha, the fuuuuuck happened? Anton? Why are we out...? Oh fuck.”

Gary gulped loudly as his eyes landed on Eve. "Yesssss, oh fuck indeed, Whiteboi. I heard a nasty little rumor that there was a white girl here not long ago. You're going to tell me all about her, or my beautiful girlfriend here is going to tear you in half lengthwise.” Carmine just cracked her non-existent knuckle joints.

“Ah fuck! Shit... I fucking knew I shouldn't have fucking gotten involved with that slimy fuck! Listen, ma’am, please, I didn't have a choice, ok? They were going to castrate me slowly!”

Eve took another long draw off her Tellmins. “So? I thought you little shits were into that kind of thing. But... back up, beta, who's this ‘they’ you mentioned?”

Gary licked his lips. “A-Alfonze and his-their crew… They cornered me a week ago and said if I didn't help move some stock, they would use a dull spoon to carve out my crotch. just a few girls! T-three, I think, at most, please. I swear I didn't want to do it. They fucking made me; I promise you I never-”

Gary was cut off by the wad of spit that landed on his face. “I didn't ask for your fucking life story, you parasite. When were you supposed to see the next girl?” Gary looked over at Anton who, for his part, was trying incredibly hard to look as small and invisible as possible. “Eyes up here, you fucking wimp.” Eve snapped her fingers, and Gary looked back.

“Ahhh-right, sorry. I mean, I'm sorry, mistress! Alfonze said the next girl would be here tonight, but... She hasn't come yet. I was starting to think maybe they'd changed plans, so I-”

It was cut off once more by the crack of Eve's foot against its ribs. Gary let out an explosive ‘oof!’ as it rolled onto its side and started crying. “I thought I'd made myself clear that I wasn't interested in your shitty little background details. Answer the questions you're asked and nothing more. Every word you utter that isn't a direct response to my questions moving forward will cost you a finger. And then a limb. Are we clear now?”

Gary wheezed as it tried to get back to its knees. “Yes... m-mistress!” It panted.

“Where's Alfonze holed up?”

Gary looked up, his mouth bobbing open and shut. “I-I don't-”

Eve pulled her gun and took aim at its exposed clit. “Say that again. C’mon, make me repeat my question. Do it. Fucking do it.”

Gary screamed and threw up its hands defensively. “C-CORONA STREET! PLEASE!! I think it's the Corona Street Projects! Oh God, please don't hurt me any more.” Gary sobbed uncontrollably at Eve's feet, and it brought her a little bit of comfort. Something about the sniffling and blubbering put her mind much more at ease.

“Now, Gary, there are quite a few buildings in the Corona Street Projects..."

Carmine chimed in helpfully. "Twenty-four, including the waste management center!”

Eve looked over at her and winked. “thanks baby.” Carmine just blew her a kiss in response. “Right, there are twenty-four buildings in the Corona Street Projects, Gary. You're going to need to be a little more specific. Or do you not really enjoy having all your fingers?”

Gary winced and shut its eyes, steeling its resolve. “B-building twelve, floor thirty six, apartment three two seven nine.” Eve studied the worm groveling before her; it was very clearly lying, but further physical torture would just result in it spewing out more useless information. Her attention turned to Anton as another cloud of pink smoke rolled out of her mouth. The whiteboi had been particularly silent, almost as though it was desperately hoping it wouldn't need to answer the same questions.

“Well, Gary, it seems as though your usefulness has finally run its course. But before I let you go... I think I want a second opinion. Antoonnnnn, earth to Anton, time to step up for once in your short, pathetic life. There's a very real opportunity here for you to earn your little hero badge.” Anton's eyes widened at Eve's words. Based on the reaction, this was an entirely new experience for the bitch.

“Anton, I need you to do everything you can to save Gary now, alright? You see, unfortunately, I already know that what it just said was a lie- " Eve was cut off by Gary’s pathetic attempt to defend its point. But she brought the butt of her gun across its nose in an incredibly violent swing. Gary passed out instantly and fell limply to the ground once more. “As I was saying, unfortunately for Gary, lying carries a staggering price that they just can't pay. So, I'm going to need you to save them, Anton. If you give me the location of Alfonze's base, down to the room number, I swear to you on my Black God that both of you will live. If you fuck me, not only am I going to kill Gary immediately, but I'm going to make your death so brutal and unimaginably cruel that historians are going to fucking read about it.”

The gun came to rest on the side of Gary's head as Eve leaned over to blow a pink cloud of smoke into Anton's face. “What'll it be, Anton? Save your friend, or end up wishing a bullet was what killed you instead of what I do to you? I'm giving you a hell of a fucking deal here.”

Tears came to Anton's eyes. “I've only… I've only been there once. Gary ran with that crew. I kept my nose out of it because I knew what would happen. But, mistress, I can't lie to you. I don't remember the numbers. BUTTTTBUTBUTBUT!!!” Anton quickly begged for her attention as she cocked the hammer back on the gun pressed against Gary’s skull. “But… I can take you! I know it by sight; I can retrace the route and show you. I could walk you right through their damn door!”

Eve wasn't expecting that. It was a decently smart play by the cunt, shifting attention from Gary onto it instead. Guaranteeing its life for at least another hour, or so it would have believed. “Got anything yet, Carmine?” Eve maintained eye contact with the whiteboi as its expression shifted from hopeful to confused.

“Yep yep! Alfonze Medina. Corona... building three floor nine room nine zero five six. Buzzer code is... sixty nine-sixty nine... how clever.”

Eve and Carmine simultaneously rolled their eyes as Anton began to shake, the look of confusion becoming despair. “Ahhhh Anton… really thought you had a chance, didn't you? Honestly believed this would be some kind of redeeming moment for you and your little faggot friend, huh? Let me explain this in a way that gets through your skull before the bullet does. You were fucked the moment you were born. Whatever hapless breeding-mare allowed you to avoid post-birth abortion should have been put down by her owner. There was no answer you could have given that would have led you to any other fate, understand?”

Anton wept as Gary began to moan. This was usually the part where some particularly desperate pussies would try to fight the inevitable. Right on cue, Anton lunged for Eve's gun, but Carmine was quicker. She grabbed the scrawny slut by the throat and hauled it into the air. “Remember, don't waste your ammo, darling; I'll handle this one the way it likes.” Carmine spun the twink before jamming her fist up its ass to the elbow.

Eve was astonished by what she was witnessing, but Carmine wasn't done. She hooked her hand into the whitebois mouth, under the upper jaw and then yanked. There was a wet sloshing sound as half of Anton's spine followed her fist out of its ass, and entrails and viscera flowed out and onto the pavement as she dumped the body unceremoniously on the ground.

She then proceeded to beat Gary to death using the severed spinal section from Anton. Eve gaped at her in stark amazement, unable to fully comprehend the absolute majesty of what just took place before her.

“I love you... I think I'm in love with you.” was all Eve could say.