Kill With Me

A modern Bonnie & Clyde Story

I saw her kill
It got me hard

Clyde:
I live for the kill. I bathe in blood. Violence is my religion. I have no need for drugs. I don't need sex. All I need is the high to send another bastard to hell. Until, in search of another victim, I stumble upon Bonnie killing a man. I like it. She's as messed up as I am. She's MINE. Even, if I have to use a little force to make her mine. Okay, maybe a more than a little force. My knife and I, we'll convince her.

Bonnie:
I'm already dead. I only come alive when I kill. When I take back control, power, and baptize my rebirth with blood. I'm a loner. I don't need a partner. But this crazy bastard who caught me killing thinks I'm his. Clyde doesn’t take no for an answer. And though I hate to admit it, he can be very persuasive. He knows I'm not the kind of girl you win with roses and pretty words. A little violence, a little blood, and that sexy-as-hell bastard has me right where he wants me.