Taking Out the Dust Bunnies: Volume 1

By Sarah Elliot

Rumour on the streets is that there's a Killer Battle Maid on the loose, taking out criminals without care and leaving them tied up with household items.

Sehseh is the Battle Maid, on a journey of bloody revenge, with her Master guiding her actions from the shadows.

A group tries to infiltrate the master's home via the parking gara

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sarah Elliot Author
• Release date: Mar 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781739333621

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Taking Out the Dust Bunnies

Taking Out the Dust Bunnies

Taking Out the Dust Bunnies

Volume 1

Sarah Elliot

Art by Katrina Allcroft Co-Creator Kurt Dalton Edited by Boo Lai

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Dedication

Sarah - author

To everyone whose been waiting for my new work

Be prepared for something 

A little Different

Katrina

To whose believed and supported, thank you for everything

1

Run, Run, Run, you naughty bunny

The wind blew in an uneasy whistle, through a series of crisscrossing back alleyways, shrouded in shadows and stinking of piss. The quiet was broken by the sound of a man crashing around a corner, wearing a dark hooded cloak and yellow face mask. The man, who went by the name of Kenaz, grabbed hold of a selection of nearby bins and threw them to the floor. It probably wasn’t the best plan, but if he could put anything in between himself and the assassin following him, he would do so.

Run, run, run, as fast as you can!

A sweet voice, laced with honey and cyanide called out to him, Mr. Dust Bunny, it’d be easier if you gave up now! I’ll catch you regardless.

When Kenaz had first heard of the killer maid who was stalking the streets of Neocastle, he had scoffed at the notion. Who in their right mind would fear a maid? Maids were nothing but simpering females or wimpy ass boys who liked to dress differently just to get a dick shoved up their ass, in lewd, revealing dresses that were for only two purposes in the entire world: being fucked by any way their current master wanted, and then dutifully cleaning everything up with a smile on their face; or a bodyguard, those hulking tanks that lumbered after their master and made getting an assassination attempt next to impossible. They were toys of the rich and powerful, laying in the hands of anyone who could afford them, and lusted after by the downtrodden who could only dream of getting out of the gutter. According to Kenaz, the only thing dangerous about a maid was their ability to still look cute after being wrecked by hundreds of men.

The notion that there was a ‘Killer Maid’ out there on the mean streets, who had taken it upon herself to ‘Clean up the streets of disdainful dust bunnies’ was so ludicrous that he had laughed out loud and called his concerned informant a fucking wet pussy cunt.

He was shocked, two hours later, when he saw the aftermath of the Killer Maid’s work. One of his supposedly clean friends had been decapitated, another split from his groin to his gullet. His concerned informant was hung by a piece of electrical wire from a vacuum cleaner, right in front of a gang of Enforcers. They had stood impassively, and only nodded thanks towards the cute maid who was smiling at them like she just hadn’t committed murder right in front of their eyes. Kenaz was aghast. Sure, they all had records and had done a few things that were questionable in their times, but the Enforcers were supposed to be there to protect them, and