disgusting woman

 "Such a shame you had to go down like this, isn't it?" The firm voice echoed throughout the dirty apartment. "If only you'd listened to me. I said to join me, not murder me. There is a large difference." Shaking her head, Lawliet turned away from the dying man on the ground for only a moment. "I told you I would come back if you didn't stop. You didn't stop, and here we are," she continued, "it's almost as if you didn't believe me." The man on the ground seemed to move a hand towards her black heel. Looking down at his poor attempt to fight, she raised up her foot and slammed her heel onto his hand. He did not scream, but seemed to relax at the disgusting noise that came from the violent action. "Cloning is a strange concept, isn't it? I suppose you think anyone being killed would come up with the silliest of excuses," she talked, completely ignoring the man as his breathing quickened, then stopped, then quickened again. "I'm afraid that I don't joke as you think I do. As you can see, I am alive and well. Nothing like how you last saw me."
 Taking her heel off of his hand, Lawliet walked over to a rotting body that hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room. The man could only watch as she undressed the corpse, taking first it's blonde wig, then it's red dress, then it's red heels. One could say the noise the man made was one of disgust, but really, what other noise could a dying man make? "I wonder when you'll die. You're taking longer than the last one, yet I've hurt you in the exact same way. Curious, isn't it?" she chattered on as she put the outfit into a nearby bag that was no less disgusting than the rest of the apartment. "You won't mind me taking this, I presume? Ah, no matter. I'll be off, now. Lovely doing business with you," the sound of heels clicking against dirty tiles almost completely drowned out her words. With a loud slam of a door, the man finally stopped moving. Yes, just another day.
(Very relevant: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTVfXK9NA-w)