[Depraved]

Flipping the knife in her hand, Vera-Ellen searched the shadows that lay beyond Sully's bloody bed. A slim figure leaned against the doorframe, watching her with interest.
She bared her teeth and snarled out a greeting.
"Well howdy there...asshole!"
She met his gaze with furious indignation. She could barely make him out in the dim light, but it looked like he was smiling.
"I knew I left that fucking door closed."
She stood proud, bloody knife poised. He stepped from the bathroom and into the dim light.
His pale hair was combed back over his ears in a grown-out prison cut. Intense blue eyes twinkled with delight as he took another step closer to her. His smile grew wider as he approached her. Looking down at Sully bleeding on the bed, he laughed a little.
"A little darlin' like you oughta keep her windows locked at night, don't you think?"Vera-Ellen tossed her head again, impatient with his games.
What the fuck do you think you're doing here...Cheever, is it?"
He nodded, then looked past her with alarm.
She struggled furiously as Clem wrapped his hands around her throat. She ground her heel into his instep, and tumbled to the floor with him in a tangle of bloody intestines. She swung out wildly with her knife, and caught him across his face, slicing open one of his bulging eyes. A gush of fluids sprayed across her face, and she recoiled as he used the last of his strength to throttle her.
With her last breath, Vera-Ellen cursed herself, and that Cheever asshole. She'd let herself get distracted! Daddy would be so ashamed of her. She worked her knife back up to strike again, and snarled as she slashed at Clem aimlessly. Her throat burning, she watched the room turn slowly black.