Friday, July 12, 2013
I'm yours -Rafaello Barroti
A/N: NSFW, anyway, It had been ages since I could write some slight NSFW...I have another one in mind :3 so who knows? Rafaello Barroti is the only man (one of her targets) after her "dead ex Phaser", who actually made her lose control of the situation and herself.Her mission didn't include his death but she had to kill him in order to regain some self-control. I'm not depicting a killing scene here huhuhu :p
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"You are mine!" -He whispered in her ear as he was bucking his hips hard against her plump black ass-
/He/ drove her crazy. She never willingly tried to get the attention of her targets and never felt any kind of sexual attraction towards them. She only felt it once and it was with another assassin who worked for the Shadow League like her. but /he/ was different. That man was able to see through the smoke she blew around her, like a shelter. He accidentally observed her when she was putting her special lenses on and later confronted her about it. /He/ forced her to remove the lenses whenever they were alone so he would talk to her real self. How vulnerable she felt since then. Only those who were about to die saw her bee-like gaze for they were scary. They were cold and odd. golden irises on black eye sockets. A combo you usually never see. It was the signature of the assassin she was, of Goliath but /He/ didn't know about her. He wasn't supposed to know about her.
Rafaello Barroti was his name. She needed to seduce him in order to find her real target's location. The target was the son of an Italian mafia Lord who hired Goliath to find his little boy alive and bring him back. He suspected Barroti (who was a mafia lord too) to have kidnapped his son and sent Goliath to him. She pretended to be an escort and managed to be sent to Barroti someday he visited a palace in Vegas. At that time, she was wearing special lenses and had dyed her hair black. Little did she know that she could fall for a man like him. Never would she thought he would know how to handle her and make her lose control.
"Ahh... ahh... I'm yours...I'm yours..." -She moaned, holding the bed sheets with her hands and almost tearing them apart-
"Say it louder! say it properly!" -He groaned, this time bucking harder against her and pushing his whole length inside of her moist and warm folds. It made her scream but he simply smirked. The hands that were put on her waist were now stroking her back and sides slowly, almost lovingly.-
Rafaello was handsome, almost unearthly. He had beautiful grey eyes, a slightly olive skin, and gorgeous shiny black hair. He was Italian, just like Don Carruci who hired Asma but from a different place, probably South of Italia. His voice was deep and suave and although he spoke as little as possible, it was enough to send shivers down her spine. It hadn't been like this at the beginning though. She resisted for quite a while until she finally gave into him. In spite of being a criminal, he had strong morals and although she didn't know yet where the little boy was, she knew he was taken care of really well. He was a formidable marksman too and a clever one. That was different from the usual boring people she had to seduce. Besides he was always on guard, always suspicious even with her which made it more interesting for both of them. she was lying to him though, making it impossible for the mafia Lord to know that she was an assassin. She made sure to look and appear vulnerable enough to have him take care of her. Yet, she made it clear that was more than just a "bimbo", more than just an "exotic fruit" or a "trophy". She made him realize that she was very smart and a couple of bits of advice mind-absently given to him after their love-making sessions, kind of impressed the man.
"You still haven't said the words.." -He said with a slight smirk on his lips, his right hand went further up, reaching the back of her neck and allowing him to grab a fist of black hair and to yank her head back. A grunt escaped from her lips and he grabbed her throat with his other hand. Quite brutally, he pulled her back, onto his large slightly hairy chest and whispered in her ear. "I'm still buried deep inside of you, knowing you are near your release and I can leave. I have enough sluts to fuck if I snap my fingers."
"N...No!..D...Don't do this!" -Her voice was interspersed with her heavy breath. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, her dyed hair was stuck to her back and face and chest. He had been bitten by her, his shoulder was still red and her teeth marks were still easy to spot on. He'd been scratched too. She had been spanked hard, and although her black skin was quite dark, the red marks of his large palms were still visible on it. her waist was bruised for he held it really hard while he was "mounting" her and her makeup was ruined, because of the sweat and the feverish kisses they shared.-
"Say them, Eli." -That stood for Elisabeth. It was the alias she gave him when they met, Elisabeth Dickens. He questioned her because of her strong African accent and she casually answered that she had been adopted by Americans. He did some researches about her and since she was clever and made up a new identity, she made sure to create a fake on the internet, fake files about everything.- "Say them or I leave!." -He threatened as he started to remove himself from her. panicked, she shook her head.-
"Ahh... Ahh. Wait! wait! I will say them...but.. but stay." -She was sincere. It surprised her. It made him smirk smugly-
"I'm waiting." -And she released her hair and throat, only to make sure he held all of it in his fist for the upcoming ravaging he planned for her. It gave her the time to think a bit and take her breath back.-
"I'm..I'm yours... I'm yours, Maestro."
Maestro. master..It was all the same. She wasn't really meaning these words but accepted to utter them to this man, and this man only. He was driving her crazy, ever since he walked into a room she was in. Because of Rafaello, she was wearing some very feminine makeup and was always wearing gorgeous dresses, expensive high heels shoes and his favorite perfume. Because of him, they were playing a weird game where she was losing more and more control to him. A game she usually would never play. Nobody could control her or make her beg, or make her want and desire. He was clever. The words were just a code, a code for him to know she gave into him and trusted him. He didn't care about being a master but he needed her to cut loose so she could experience a new level of pleasure.
"Si... Si Eli. You see, it wasn't that difficult." -He groaned, gently stroking her cheek with his large hand. She tilted her head so she could catch his fingers with her plump lips. Pulling some of his digits into her warm mouth, she started to suckle on them while he resume bucking his hips against her rear. The digits muffled her moans while his other hand was still holding her neck.-
It didn't take long before she actually reached her climax quickly followed with his. As he spent himself in a low growl, Rafaello bent forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed his ebony goddess cheek. They couldn't speak, not when she was still riding the aftermath of an orgasm he offered her, not when she actually needed action more than words. The assassin couldn't listen to anything, her mind was blank, completely white from the mind-blowing experience he let her feel but her body was oversensitive. He disengaged himself from her, but planted several kisses down her neck, while his hands were petting her hair. Rafaello was always soft after. He mastered the aftercare with perfection, providing the young woman a sensation of security and well being. As she was almost coming back to her senses, he pulled her with him as he laid on his back and on the bed. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing was still harsh and she was staring at him with an intense gloomy gaze. He smiled and kissed the top of her head while his powerful arms were wrapped around her body, possessively....
Indeed, he drove her crazy....
She was the daughter of Death
A/N: ah, poetry in English, something I just basically don't master/understand at all XD but I gave it a weak shot :o
She was the daughter of Death, well, that was what she believed to be.
Born while she should have died, she witnessed the slaughter of her family
Taken to strangers, she was raised to become a killer
Over and over and over again, she pulled the trigger
killing sprees after killing sprees, torture after torture she became stronger
Emotionless face, she was no more than a puppet to her masters
Oya was dead, Oya is dead...no Oya is alive but buried deep inside
That sweet little girl she should have become if life had been otherwise
She stole her independence, destroyed the Shadow League and was set free
but free from her past and free in her mind she couldn't be
An assassin she was, an assassin she would always be
taking lives from criminals, going again on killing sprees
She was the Daughter of Death but didn't choose to become one
Now that she is free, her murder urges can't be gone
An assassin she was, an assassin she would be
living a fake life so at night the monster can be freed.
She is the daughter of Death...and will always be.
Petite mort.
It was time for him to die. Asma eavesdropped the information she was looking for. Rafaello was hiding the kid in a villa that was located 5 km south of his principal residence. She knew the kid he kidnapped was treated well and had not been abused and she could have just been gone since her contract didn't include the death of the mafia Lord. Yet she would kill him. She had been thinking of it for quite a while now. They'd just spent 5 months together but he was the first one -after Phaser- to have gone past her defenses and broke them one by one. She was falling in love with him and it was something she couldn't allow herself to do. Falling in love wasn't on the menu, she couldn't lose herself because when she did people died and Asma didn't want the same thing to happen again. Besides.. It was dangerous for an assassin to have relatives and even worse to be in love with someone. She had to eliminate the problem...and ASAP.
He took her to his private beach, for their last vacation at the sea. It was the eve of their leaving and as usual, they swam in the sea, drank cocktails, laughed and kissed...He had bodyguards everywhere, especially behind the door of their room so she had to be efficient. She thought of the best way to bid him farewell. A way that would be the less painful for him. -how sweet that was.- usually, she would have done otherwise, looked for the most painful way to kill her victim but Rafaello was an exception and needed to be treated with a lot of care. She hid a dagger below the mattress of their bed and decided to slice his throat. He was physically stronger than her and if she tried to kill him otherwise he could make some noise, get his bodyguards come to his room and it would be complicated for her to escape alive since she had no weapons on her. As usual, the tall Italian called for her. He was sitting on the bed and patted the mattress. As usual, she would come to him, sit on his lap and kiss him. Tongues would meet in a passionate dance, licking and tasting the delicious warmth of their mouths as his hands would rip her bathing suit off of her body, sink his fingers into her plump cocoa flesh and make her sit on his aching bulge. As usual, she would moan, truly enjoying the contact of his warm and salty skin against her, she would be smitten under his touch, almost give into him but..but...it had to be different. While they were bruising each other's lips with searing kisses, she pushed him onto the bed, their faces close to the head of the mattress (and the dagger) and she whispered to him.
"I would like to ride you....For a change." -He smirked at her and smacked the soft flesh of her large rear. She nipped at her bottom lip and hissed slightly" Come on..We never do it and I feel like a lioness. I really can eat you up." -She said, rubbing her nose against his and hiding her face at the crook of his neck. It naturally came to her... how come?..-
"Mmmhhhh.. Ride me? I thought it was about you losing control." -He said, kissing the top of her head while his hands ran from her ass to her back. He was gently stroking her soft and warm skin and she shivered in delight.
"Nah...we need to change. I'll handcuff you too, to spice things up. I promise you won't regret it. " -She smiled at him and kissed his lips again while her hands were lost into his thick, black curly hair. Her breathing was harder than usual because the rest of her plan depended on his answer. He had to be handcuffed. It would be easier if he didn't resist. much.. He purred in her ear and moved his waist, slightly bucking them upwards so she could grind against his thick bulge.
"Ah... I guess I can allow you to handcuff me then. But it's the first and last time you do such a thing and you better blow my mind, honey." -He told her with a wide grin.-
"Actually I have bought police cuffs...and I have the key don't worry. I just thought it would be a bit kinky." -She said as she stood up and grabbed her bag. Once she found the cuffs, she handcuffed him to the bed and jumped on him again. He chuckled, completely unaware of what was going to happen.
"Ahaha.. Elisabeth. What's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" -She didn't realize that he noticed how sad she was. It worried him and snapped her out o her reverie.-
"I'm...I'm fine. I'm sorry, I was just thinking about the holidays we had. It was the best thing that happened to me. Best thing ever. But my agency wants me back and I..I need to work for another client, resume my life as an escort." -He furrowed his brows and shook his head.-
"Nah. When we're back, you stay with me. I'm going to pay your boss so he ends up your contract with him. I want you near me, Eli. I want you with me because you make me happy. Life is really fucking surprising, but I think I'm kind of hooked up with you." -She was left speechless for a while but finally found the strength to complete her task.-
"Don't be silly and it's not the right moment for this. Let me make love to you." -She said, sliding both hands on his side and taking his bathing shorts with her fingers. She pulled them down, freeing his aching cock -how could he be so hard after having almost said he was in love with her?- from the fabric, it was trapped into. "I prefer this.."
The African Assassin said with a fake smile on her lips. Her body was trembling and her mind was screaming. She could not do this, she could not kill him because he was the very first who genuinely loved her. (well, a fake, an alias but still her) and she could give him a chance....if only. If only she wasn't Goliath. Goliath nipped at her bottom lip as she decided to join their bodies together. She rubbed the tip of his length against her slick folds to moisten it and after a while slid inside of her. He growled and jerked his hips upwards her, filling her up straight away but she pushed his chest down, pinning him hard against the mattress to let him know she was in control. Her hips started to move, up and down, picking up a nice pace not too fast, not too hard for a starter. She kept her eyes wide open, to watch as her lover was enjoying each of her moves.
"F..Fuck! Eli!!!!" -Was all he could growl to her. Asma was too focused to actually fully enjoy what was happening between them. She had put back onto her face the cold mask of Goliath and was waiting for the right moment to kill him. Her hips were bucking hard against his waist, almost bruising him and he couldn't help but groan his pleasure out loud.- "Fuck Eli! Do it! DO IT!"
She did moan, how could she not? He was hitting the right spots, rubbing against her tight core and stretching her so much that she couldn't hold her cries back. It felt tremendously good and finally, she was taking back the control. She then covered his mouth with her warm palm as her moves were now slower but hard and with a little help of her neither muscles, she knew he was close. Close to his release. He had no clue about what was coming next, he didn't even see her grab the knife from under the mattress and didn't see the face she made. Her head was laid at the crook of his neck, eyes were filled with unshed tears and she tried to give herself some motivation. Come on, DO IT! Kill him!!
There was no time to be sorry nor to think some more. He was a threat, a danger to her and she needed to get rid of him. Straightening her upper body, She completely sat on his lap, making sure he was buried deep inside of her and rocked her hips in an 8 pattern. His breathing was hard, his heart was pounding so fast against his ribcage. She would see veins jutting out on his arms, neck, chest, and hands, especially the chin strap and knew he would soon release himself. Just a little bit more, hang in there, it would soon....
"Eliii" -She muffled his moans with her hand and sliced his throat in one swift motion. Blood splattered on her face and chest and her fake hazel eyes were staring at his dying grey ones. He was dying, just like that, just while he was hitting the best orgasm he ever had. He gave her a questioning look, being overwhelmed with so much pleasure that he couldn't feel pain, he didn't really feel pain, just a stingy feeling maybe. Who was she to know what he was feeling? All she knew was that it would be really less intense if he died while having sex. He struggled though, tried to free his arms and choke the traitor to death but he couldn't, she used cops cuffs after all. Swallowing hard, Goliath stabbed him again in the throat, killing him for good since he stopped moving and quickly stood up. His body was still warm but she was back to her old self.. almost. Blood-soaked hands ran into her dyed black hair and she knelt on the floor. Asma wanted to scream but couldn't, she wanted to cry but couldn't..so instead, she scratched her arms until she bled, making her skin remember how bad she felt now that she'd killed a man who could have been the love of her life...who could have given her a fresh start.. who could have understood? She scratched and injured herself until she was ready to resume her mission. The second part of it was to find the kid and bring him back to his father. A quick shower after, her assassin's costume on and Goliath was back in the game.
He took her to his private beach, for their last vacation at the sea. It was the eve of their leaving and as usual, they swam in the sea, drank cocktails, laughed and kissed...He had bodyguards everywhere, especially behind the door of their room so she had to be efficient. She thought of the best way to bid him farewell. A way that would be the less painful for him. -how sweet that was.- usually, she would have done otherwise, looked for the most painful way to kill her victim but Rafaello was an exception and needed to be treated with a lot of care. She hid a dagger below the mattress of their bed and decided to slice his throat. He was physically stronger than her and if she tried to kill him otherwise he could make some noise, get his bodyguards come to his room and it would be complicated for her to escape alive since she had no weapons on her. As usual, the tall Italian called for her. He was sitting on the bed and patted the mattress. As usual, she would come to him, sit on his lap and kiss him. Tongues would meet in a passionate dance, licking and tasting the delicious warmth of their mouths as his hands would rip her bathing suit off of her body, sink his fingers into her plump cocoa flesh and make her sit on his aching bulge. As usual, she would moan, truly enjoying the contact of his warm and salty skin against her, she would be smitten under his touch, almost give into him but..but...it had to be different. While they were bruising each other's lips with searing kisses, she pushed him onto the bed, their faces close to the head of the mattress (and the dagger) and she whispered to him.
"I would like to ride you....For a change." -He smirked at her and smacked the soft flesh of her large rear. She nipped at her bottom lip and hissed slightly" Come on..We never do it and I feel like a lioness. I really can eat you up." -She said, rubbing her nose against his and hiding her face at the crook of his neck. It naturally came to her... how come?..-
"Mmmhhhh.. Ride me? I thought it was about you losing control." -He said, kissing the top of her head while his hands ran from her ass to her back. He was gently stroking her soft and warm skin and she shivered in delight.
"Nah...we need to change. I'll handcuff you too, to spice things up. I promise you won't regret it. " -She smiled at him and kissed his lips again while her hands were lost into his thick, black curly hair. Her breathing was harder than usual because the rest of her plan depended on his answer. He had to be handcuffed. It would be easier if he didn't resist. much.. He purred in her ear and moved his waist, slightly bucking them upwards so she could grind against his thick bulge.
"Ah... I guess I can allow you to handcuff me then. But it's the first and last time you do such a thing and you better blow my mind, honey." -He told her with a wide grin.-
"Actually I have bought police cuffs...and I have the key don't worry. I just thought it would be a bit kinky." -She said as she stood up and grabbed her bag. Once she found the cuffs, she handcuffed him to the bed and jumped on him again. He chuckled, completely unaware of what was going to happen.
"Ahaha.. Elisabeth. What's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" -She didn't realize that he noticed how sad she was. It worried him and snapped her out o her reverie.-
"I'm...I'm fine. I'm sorry, I was just thinking about the holidays we had. It was the best thing that happened to me. Best thing ever. But my agency wants me back and I..I need to work for another client, resume my life as an escort." -He furrowed his brows and shook his head.-
"Nah. When we're back, you stay with me. I'm going to pay your boss so he ends up your contract with him. I want you near me, Eli. I want you with me because you make me happy. Life is really fucking surprising, but I think I'm kind of hooked up with you." -She was left speechless for a while but finally found the strength to complete her task.-
"Don't be silly and it's not the right moment for this. Let me make love to you." -She said, sliding both hands on his side and taking his bathing shorts with her fingers. She pulled them down, freeing his aching cock -how could he be so hard after having almost said he was in love with her?- from the fabric, it was trapped into. "I prefer this.."
The African Assassin said with a fake smile on her lips. Her body was trembling and her mind was screaming. She could not do this, she could not kill him because he was the very first who genuinely loved her. (well, a fake, an alias but still her) and she could give him a chance....if only. If only she wasn't Goliath. Goliath nipped at her bottom lip as she decided to join their bodies together. She rubbed the tip of his length against her slick folds to moisten it and after a while slid inside of her. He growled and jerked his hips upwards her, filling her up straight away but she pushed his chest down, pinning him hard against the mattress to let him know she was in control. Her hips started to move, up and down, picking up a nice pace not too fast, not too hard for a starter. She kept her eyes wide open, to watch as her lover was enjoying each of her moves.
"F..Fuck! Eli!!!!" -Was all he could growl to her. Asma was too focused to actually fully enjoy what was happening between them. She had put back onto her face the cold mask of Goliath and was waiting for the right moment to kill him. Her hips were bucking hard against his waist, almost bruising him and he couldn't help but groan his pleasure out loud.- "Fuck Eli! Do it! DO IT!"
She did moan, how could she not? He was hitting the right spots, rubbing against her tight core and stretching her so much that she couldn't hold her cries back. It felt tremendously good and finally, she was taking back the control. She then covered his mouth with her warm palm as her moves were now slower but hard and with a little help of her neither muscles, she knew he was close. Close to his release. He had no clue about what was coming next, he didn't even see her grab the knife from under the mattress and didn't see the face she made. Her head was laid at the crook of his neck, eyes were filled with unshed tears and she tried to give herself some motivation. Come on, DO IT! Kill him!!
There was no time to be sorry nor to think some more. He was a threat, a danger to her and she needed to get rid of him. Straightening her upper body, She completely sat on his lap, making sure he was buried deep inside of her and rocked her hips in an 8 pattern. His breathing was hard, his heart was pounding so fast against his ribcage. She would see veins jutting out on his arms, neck, chest, and hands, especially the chin strap and knew he would soon release himself. Just a little bit more, hang in there, it would soon....
"Eliii" -She muffled his moans with her hand and sliced his throat in one swift motion. Blood splattered on her face and chest and her fake hazel eyes were staring at his dying grey ones. He was dying, just like that, just while he was hitting the best orgasm he ever had. He gave her a questioning look, being overwhelmed with so much pleasure that he couldn't feel pain, he didn't really feel pain, just a stingy feeling maybe. Who was she to know what he was feeling? All she knew was that it would be really less intense if he died while having sex. He struggled though, tried to free his arms and choke the traitor to death but he couldn't, she used cops cuffs after all. Swallowing hard, Goliath stabbed him again in the throat, killing him for good since he stopped moving and quickly stood up. His body was still warm but she was back to her old self.. almost. Blood-soaked hands ran into her dyed black hair and she knelt on the floor. Asma wanted to scream but couldn't, she wanted to cry but couldn't..so instead, she scratched her arms until she bled, making her skin remember how bad she felt now that she'd killed a man who could have been the love of her life...who could have given her a fresh start.. who could have understood? She scratched and injured herself until she was ready to resume her mission. The second part of it was to find the kid and bring him back to his father. A quick shower after, her assassin's costume on and Goliath was back in the game.
after the mission
/Story is mine. I am just trying my hand to a new profile (she's an assassin in that one)
"Mission completed Sir. I have the weapons." -Her strong African accent reached the ears of the FBI agent she was in contact with. He smirked behind the microphone-
"Good. Next step is to meet me in a few. I will take the weapons."
"You've promised me the second half of my payment if I found the weapons. Now that I have them, pay me." -She said, looking at her white blood-stained costume.-
The FBI always worked that way. They paid half the money at the beginning and half once the mission was completed but she didn't trust them this time. Such Lethal weapons were meant to be a secret within the FBI. The people who stole them were now dead and she, the outsider, the assassin was the only one left to know about them. They could change their mind and decide to kill her. She cleaned her commando knife on the shirt of one of her victim and quietly walked towards the bathroom of the facility she sneaked into. Bodies were laying on the floor, some of them had been shot, others had their throat sliced or their bellies wide open. Usually, Goliath made it quick. She was fast, especially when they were many. The style wasn't an option but so was fun. Nevertheless, she always made sure that she took more time to kill the last person alive. It could even turn into torture if that person qualified as a "bad guy" in her book. It was....cathartic.
"I will pay you once I have seen the weapons. Meet me outside the facility.'"
"Whatever suits you best. I just want to be paid. Agent k.." -K?..Did he really believe he was in Men In Black?-
"Roger that. I'm out." -She shrugged and finally arrived at the bathroom. She opened the door and ran some water in order to clean her face-
Blood was so sticky and although she enjoyed being bathed in it after a good killing spree, she quickly felt the need to shower because it smelled -pretty badly- and it was always mixed with human secretions and pieces of brain or guts. Blood....Since the day she was born she had been in contact with the crimson liquid. Asma couldn't tell a day she hadn't been forced to kill or witness a crime. It could have made her uncomfortable or indifferent but throughout the time, she developed a weird fascination with it. After such a butchery, she would often walk among the corpses and watch the pools of blood at her feet, the gross bodies on the floor, disfigured because of her, weak and limp on the ground. They were dead, she was alive.Well done Princess now get your reward! A sweeter night and another day to go through. It was simple like that and someday, there would be someone, male or female, who would be stronger than her and kill her too.
She looked at her own reflection in the mirror. A demon, she was a real demon. Her odd eyes were empty, threatening. Gold irises on black eyesockets, her eyes were just like the full moon at midnight. Her hair was odd but the pink color softened her features. But she was stern and cold. The tip of her fingers smeared the blood she had on her cheek up and a smirk crept on her lips. She mind-absently licked her blood-soaked fingers before she furrowed her brows. If Agent K tried to betray her and kill her, she would probably have to kill him. But killing an FBI agent would mean having the CIA after her. She couldn't allow this to happen. Instead, she could use him to serve her purpose. She washed her face, her hands, and arms and took the bag full of weapons in her hand before she exited the facility.
"My my. I didn't know you would be that gorgeous." -Agent K said. He was a tall black man with some short black curls on top of his head and a smooth mustache that suited him pretty well. She tilted her head to the side and put her hand on her waist.-
"My money Agent K."
"Okay.I was expecting you to be that cold but you could at least make it pleasant wouldn't you?" -He said, walking towards her with a suitcase full of money. He arrived with a car and she already knew that he wasn't alone. He wouldn't be so confident if he was /alone/ Her gaze scanned the area and she spotted someone in the same car of Agent K. There also where a couple of men who were right behind her and aiming guns at her.
"Oooooh. I'm disappointed in you agent K. I thought you would come alone. Are you afraid?"
"I'm not. I give you the money and you give me the weapons. careful with your hands." -She curbed an eyebrow and lift her hands in the air.-
"There you are. I just have one request." He looked at her and lifted an eyebrow. She added. "Find anything you can about Dennis Mayne. I want to find him."
"Why would you want to know where he is?" -He asked, taking the bag and giving her his. She shrugged and whispered in his ear.
"It's none of your business. I can fin him and I will find him but See how bad you want to help me made me want to ask for your help. Sweet dreams handsome. "
She said, walking towards her motorbike. He watched as she left without a word until he was out of sight. Then he removed his sunglasses and scratched his temple with the branch of his sunglasses. She was still an enigma to him and he was now curious about that man. Who was he? Why was she looking after him?
"Mission completed Sir. I have the weapons." -Her strong African accent reached the ears of the FBI agent she was in contact with. He smirked behind the microphone-
"Good. Next step is to meet me in a few. I will take the weapons."
"You've promised me the second half of my payment if I found the weapons. Now that I have them, pay me." -She said, looking at her white blood-stained costume.-
The FBI always worked that way. They paid half the money at the beginning and half once the mission was completed but she didn't trust them this time. Such Lethal weapons were meant to be a secret within the FBI. The people who stole them were now dead and she, the outsider, the assassin was the only one left to know about them. They could change their mind and decide to kill her. She cleaned her commando knife on the shirt of one of her victim and quietly walked towards the bathroom of the facility she sneaked into. Bodies were laying on the floor, some of them had been shot, others had their throat sliced or their bellies wide open. Usually, Goliath made it quick. She was fast, especially when they were many. The style wasn't an option but so was fun. Nevertheless, she always made sure that she took more time to kill the last person alive. It could even turn into torture if that person qualified as a "bad guy" in her book. It was....cathartic.
"I will pay you once I have seen the weapons. Meet me outside the facility.'"
"Whatever suits you best. I just want to be paid. Agent k.." -K?..Did he really believe he was in Men In Black?-
"Roger that. I'm out." -She shrugged and finally arrived at the bathroom. She opened the door and ran some water in order to clean her face-
Blood was so sticky and although she enjoyed being bathed in it after a good killing spree, she quickly felt the need to shower because it smelled -pretty badly- and it was always mixed with human secretions and pieces of brain or guts. Blood....Since the day she was born she had been in contact with the crimson liquid. Asma couldn't tell a day she hadn't been forced to kill or witness a crime. It could have made her uncomfortable or indifferent but throughout the time, she developed a weird fascination with it. After such a butchery, she would often walk among the corpses and watch the pools of blood at her feet, the gross bodies on the floor, disfigured because of her, weak and limp on the ground. They were dead, she was alive.Well done Princess now get your reward! A sweeter night and another day to go through. It was simple like that and someday, there would be someone, male or female, who would be stronger than her and kill her too.
She looked at her own reflection in the mirror. A demon, she was a real demon. Her odd eyes were empty, threatening. Gold irises on black eyesockets, her eyes were just like the full moon at midnight. Her hair was odd but the pink color softened her features. But she was stern and cold. The tip of her fingers smeared the blood she had on her cheek up and a smirk crept on her lips. She mind-absently licked her blood-soaked fingers before she furrowed her brows. If Agent K tried to betray her and kill her, she would probably have to kill him. But killing an FBI agent would mean having the CIA after her. She couldn't allow this to happen. Instead, she could use him to serve her purpose. She washed her face, her hands, and arms and took the bag full of weapons in her hand before she exited the facility.
"My my. I didn't know you would be that gorgeous." -Agent K said. He was a tall black man with some short black curls on top of his head and a smooth mustache that suited him pretty well. She tilted her head to the side and put her hand on her waist.-
"My money Agent K."
"Okay.I was expecting you to be that cold but you could at least make it pleasant wouldn't you?" -He said, walking towards her with a suitcase full of money. He arrived with a car and she already knew that he wasn't alone. He wouldn't be so confident if he was /alone/ Her gaze scanned the area and she spotted someone in the same car of Agent K. There also where a couple of men who were right behind her and aiming guns at her.
"Oooooh. I'm disappointed in you agent K. I thought you would come alone. Are you afraid?"
"I'm not. I give you the money and you give me the weapons. careful with your hands." -She curbed an eyebrow and lift her hands in the air.-
"There you are. I just have one request." He looked at her and lifted an eyebrow. She added. "Find anything you can about Dennis Mayne. I want to find him."
"Why would you want to know where he is?" -He asked, taking the bag and giving her his. She shrugged and whispered in his ear.
"It's none of your business. I can fin him and I will find him but See how bad you want to help me made me want to ask for your help. Sweet dreams handsome. "
She said, walking towards her motorbike. He watched as she left without a word until he was out of sight. Then he removed his sunglasses and scratched his temple with the branch of his sunglasses. She was still an enigma to him and he was now curious about that man. Who was he? Why was she looking after him?
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