It's early Wednesday morning. A strong breeze blows just outside the window causing the curtains to sway in the wind. A small flicker of light can be seen through Sarah's window. The flame from the candle dances from left to right as tries to avoid the wind that crept through the window and stalked it for it's prey. The light from the candle cast several shadows along the walls and brought attention to the decaying wallpaper that covered them.

From a dark corner in the room comes a soft orange glow. The darkened face of Sarah can barely be seen in the shroud of shadows as she takes a long draw from her cigarette. Her eyes remain fixed and motionless as only her hand and arm move to return to the armrest of her chair. The light from the candle at the other end of the room reflects off of her eyes and causes them to flicker and glow red. It was as if each of her eyes held captured souls trying to escape from the hell she had imprisoned them in.

Sarah exhales slowly, and the toxic smoke from her cigarette billows out from her lungs and out over the bed. Quickly, the wind from out side catches the smoke and wisps it into small torrent before sending it into oblivion. With her cigarette now burning into the fiberglass filter, she holds it in front of her face, examining if she could get one last hit from it. Not seeing any hope, she slowly stand from her chair and reaches for an ashtray. In the process, Sarah's arm brushes one of the many empty beer bottles that litters the room. Tipping it to the side, it rolls around twice on it's base before falling to the floor with a soft thump.

Placing the now extinguished cigarette into the ashtray, Sarah sighs as she now looks down at the ground. " What am I going to do with you? I turn my back for one minute and your drunk and laying down on the job. " We now find Sarah speaking to the corpse of a local drug dealer who she recently stabbed. His body lay in a somewhat twisted fashion between her bed and the old blood stained dresser she kept her clothes in. The bottle she had knocked off now lay wedged between the side of his jaw and his right shoulder.

Reaching down, she takes the bottle and places it back on the desk before saying to the lifeless man " Is it too much to ask you to clean up after yourself? I feel like I have to do everything around here! " as she steps over him. Her naked body glistens in the soft light of the candle. Retrieving her robe, she slips it softly over her shoulders before using a small cloth tie to secure to in the front.

Walking back to the body of the young man, she kneels next to it and smiles. " You wont be needing that anymore. It's not safe to use it twice. " she says with a laugh as she removes the condom that was around the still erect penis of the man she had killed only minutes ago. Taking the condom into the bathroom, she flicks the light on and waits for the florescent bulbs to flutter a bit before they finally stay on and illuminate the room. Lifting the toilet cover, she tosses the condom into the toilet and depresses the lever, sending any evidence down the drain.

As Sarah returns to her bedroom, she softly hums a lullaby to herself and prances as if she was a ballerina. Twirling and twirling, she only stops as she now bumps into the corpse again. This time, nearly falling on top of it. " You do know I have a bed! " she exclaims before kicking him with her bare foot. His body rolls from the kick and exposes the 6 inch dagger stuck directly into the mans heart. Blood was pooled under him and his shirt has soaked up an ample amount of the crimson liquid as well.

" Look what a fucking mess you made! Is this how you treat all the women you fuck? Piece of shit! You just sleep with them, trash their place, then pass out? Answer me! ANSWER ME!!!!! ANSWEEEERRRR MEEEE!!!!! ARHHHH!!!! " she screams as she drops to the ground and rips the knife from the mans chest. She begins stabbing him repeatedly, and blood from each strike with the knife to the man's chest, neck, and side sent droplets flying everywhere. After several more stabs, Sarah abruptly stops and sits looking at the man and the blood that poured from the plethora of holes she added to his body.

Seeing she had his blood on her, she calmly says out loud " I need to feed Mr. Fluffy. " Looking the man over, she studies his body for several seconds before quickly getting to her feet and heading off the hallway toward the kitchen. Several cupboards slam, and several drawers are opened and closed before we hear Sarah now returning to the bedroom.

When Sarah returns, she holds in her hand a box cutter and two large mixing bowls. One bowl contains a large amount of ice inside of it and some of it would spill and she dropped down and knelt beside the man. She makes haste and spreads his arms and legs until he is sprawled on the ground. His blood leaks more and more each time she moves him and the floor was now coated and slick. Lifting his shirt, she looks for a second before taking the box cutter and slicing open the mans lower abdomen.

The mans skin and flesh quickly part under the sharpened edge of the box cutter and his intestines spill forth from the cavity. Using her bare hands, Sarah scoops up the intestines before placing them into the bowl with out any ice inside. Once she has these cleared, she smiles and makes the remark " Mr. Fluffy will have a full tummy tums after all of this. " as she slides the bowl to the side.

Diving back in, Sarah rummages through the mans open body cavity as she pushes blood, organs, bile, and excrement aside in search of what she wanted. A few moments later, she locates her prize and using the box cutter again, she slices and dices into the man once more. " Ha! Undamaged!" she exclaims a few seconds later just before she thrusts the mans now detached liver high above her head. " You just made momma five grand richer! " she adds as a few drips of blood fall from the liver and onto her face.

Sarah cradles the liver in her arm and tosses the box cutter to the side. She is then barely able to stand as she slips several times in the blood on the ground. With luck on her side, she slides herself over to the bed and quickly sets the liver into the bowl of ice. Pulling her cell phone from her purse next to the bed, she presses the speed dial and awaits someone to pick up. When someone answers, she speaks only a few words, saying " I have your organ and I want my money. I'll be there in 8 hours. Have the cash ready. " before she hangs up.

Pulling another cigarette from her pack, Sarah lights it and exhales the hit into the room. Looking up from the ground, she smiles when she sees the stuffed corpse of her long dead cat on the mantle. Going over to it, she picks it up and sets it beside the bowl containing the mans intestines. " Here you go Mr. Fluffy. Eat up while momma takes a shower. Momma has to go on a road trip to Mexico. " she says to the stuffed cat as she makes her way back into the bathroom before turning the shower on and closing the door behind her. What tomorrow would bring would be anyone's guess.