I watch as the blood drips from his hands. I take joy in it, it’s hypnotizing. I want to sit here and watch as it creates its own puddle. Watch the beauty of the blood slowly trickle, while each drop falls. The sound is soothing and it calms my erratic heartbeat as I listen to it.
“Why are you doing this Kayla?”
Why, he asks? What a silly man he is.
“You’re scum. You think it’s fun to treat girls like a piece of meat?” I ask raising my eyebrows as a smirk appears across my face.
He notices and cringes while I play with one of the shooting stars in my hand, spinning it in my palm. He continues to watch me, waiting for what is to come because there is more and he knows it.
“You don’t know what you are talking about, you crazy bitch. Now let me go.” He winces as he struggles from the pain now shooting through his hands. There is a star embedded in each one. He’s like my own human dartboard. My heart does a jump while I watch him struggle and more blood oozes from his wounds.
The sick things I crave, I fucking love it!
“I could let you go,” I say as I tap my finger to my chin, like I’m contemplating the option, “but where would the fun be in that, pretty boy?” I throw the last star in my hand straight into his eye.
He screams and it’s like music to my ears.
The brain is the center of the human nervous system, controlling our thoughts, movements, memories and decisions.
The sounds of blades being sharpened brings my attention to the right. It’s such a sharp, distinct sound that can make some peoples blood run cold. Me, on the other hand, I love it. As I step into the secluded building, I see the man that directs me to what jobs I have for the night. You see, I do the jobs that no others want to do. I clean up the mess that murderers, rapists, degenerates, and the scum of the earth make. Men that are high and mighty that can get away with their crimes so easily, because they have the money to make their problems disappear. But what most of them don’t expect... is me.
My boss, Tyke, is a quiet man. Not one to talk unless it involves work. He sends me texts messages about where to meet or to give me my next assignment details. I have tried to seduce him, on more than one occasion, but he just isn’t interested. That gets on my nerves because you always want what you can’t have and I always get what I want.
I step into a private room that has no furniture, though is littered with blades, shooting stars and guns. You name it, it’s in here. Out of all these weapons, there’s only one that tickles my fancy. The shine and brightness of the stars with a skull embedded in the center. My signature blades.
Tyke’s back is turned to me and I take pleasure in looking at his fine physique. He doesn’t have the extreme muscles of a bodybuilder, but he does have the definition of one. His dark hair is tied back to keep it from falling into his face while he pulls the blade back to sharpen it, giving me a perfect view of his flexing muscles. I can just see a glimpse of the tattoo on his neckline that disappears underneath his shirt, on his perfectly toned back. He’s dressed in all black, the only thing I ever see him wear. It matches him. He’s dark and twisted like me. We’re two peas in a pod that have come together for a reason. One day though, I will have him.
I am a girl who gets what she wants, and I want him.
I will have him one day, and he won’t say no!
Not if I have anything to do with this!
“Where to?” I ask, hoping to take him by surprise. He knows all my moves and is always one step ahead of me.
“Law firm. I will text you the address,” he replies while keeping his eyes focused on the blade he’s sharpening. I want to ask him to come with me, but we both know I work better alone. I don’t need the distraction, especially one with his gorgeous body.
I walk out into the brisk night air and feel the cold starting to settle in. I look down at what I’m wearing and realize I can’t wear clothes like this for much longer, such a pity though because the men love it.
I pull up outside the law firm. It’s quiet, only one light is on. Just what I was hoping for. I check my message from Tyke and confirm that I have the right address. My clients don’t want people to know they’ve called a prostitute. They usually try to keep things on the down low, which is great for my line of work.
I knock three times to let him know I’m here. I push my boobs up even higher in the scarlet red dress I’m wearing. My knee-high hooker boots suit the outfit perfectly and are ideal to hide my weapons. My long hair is tied in a knot hidden under my blonde wig, which is flowing down my back, and my blue eyes are shining with happiness of what is to come. As I pull my hands free from my breasts, the door swings open. I’m met with a man that’s in his fifties and reeks of alcohol. I give him my best fuck me smile and he steps back so I can enter the building, his eyes never leaving my body. His hunger for me is clear, because he doesn’t even bother to lock the door. He follows after me to what I presume is his office. His hand reaches out and he taps my ass. I pretend to squeak in excitement, which he laps up like a dog.