VOID
I have been watching her for three days.
I got to know where she worked, where she lived, and the fuckers she kept as friends. It was jaw-striking to know the bitch didn't keep the kind of friends I expected, or go the kind of places I imagined.
The only places she had gone to was the mall and a church. A church! The whore was damn good at hiding her identity, wasn't she? She used her coffee shop as a facade while doing the dirty jobs behind the scene. What a pu$syhead.
She probably noticed she's been watched, because she kept looking around from time to time. A smart motherfucker - I thought.
It puzzled me how good she was at pretending. Heck! She was pretending, 'cause why the hell would a killer look so innocent? She was nothing like the lady I'd seen in the pictures.
It wasn't just about the fact that she always wore long dresses, or the fact that she had a rosary around her neck which she touched from time to time. No, it wasn't just that. There was just something too... pure about her. She had a certain innocent aura around her, like she's never been fucked before. Her azure eyes were always guiltless each time she looked around, looking for me. Her hair was already curled into a bun, making me imagine the length of it.
The bitch's face was good. I've noticed the scumbags around always stealing lustful glances at her. They wanted her, and majority of them went in guise of wanting to get coffee. And every damn time, she smiled at them, so spotlessly like she couldn't see their true intentions. Her smiles were always so warm - deceptive.
Fuck! I'd give it to her for being so good at pretending. That whore was a killer, yet was so good at making people think she's a saint. Must be really dumb.
I sat in my comfy car and studied her as she looked around again, running her eyes for me. She was outside her coffee shop. Bitch had come to get her sign post from the ground. I'd be lying if I said my cock didn't jerk the moment I saw her bending over. Those long dresses of hers were concealing a perfect shape in there. It was useless, anyway. She'd be dead in no time.
I watched as she held onto her rosary while looking around. Fear and insecurity flashed in her eyes. What a perfect actress.
She shook her head before returning to the coffee shop, but I remained there for a longer time.
She better have all the fun she can. I was done with my findings and tonight was the deal.
I couldn't wait to take off that flawless mask of hers and reveal her true bitchy face. I'd have so much fun breaking her, punishing her dearly for putting such a fake narrative. If only she knew what was coming for her, she'd probably bury herself.
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JERAH
"Thank you, sir." I smiled to the cabby as I alighted the car.
He had refused taking the fare from me, telling me I was too beautiful to pay for a ride.
I waved at him again as he drove off. Then, I turned around and began walking towards the house.
Deciding to leave the convent and live a normal life wasn't a bad idea, afterall. I'd spent twenty-five years of my life in the covent and needed some air, needed to live a normal life. I told Mother Heather I'd come back when I was satisfied with my adventure.
I've been out here for six months now, and I must say I love it. Most of the people are so nice, and it feels so good to have a job that keeps you busy. I love it!
However, I do not plan on staying here forever. I still wanted to be a nun, and it's only a matter of time before I return to the convent and prepare for the exams.
I glanced at my phone screen to check the time. It was 7 p.m already. I needed to hurry up and head to church. Sister Benedetta will be at my place any moment.
I got to my unit, opened the door and glided into my room. I lived in an apartment complex with over two hundred rooms.
I smelt something different the moment I stepped foot in the room. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, but something smelt different.
I moved my hand to the wall, turning on the light switch. The entire place became bright immediately, and that was the moment my nightmare began, the moment my life changed forever.
Electrifying shock tingled through me as I found a strange figure, seated in the middle of the room. He was making use of the chair belonging to my dresser. He'd pulled it to the middle of the room and sat on it.
My blood ran cold instantly. My legs tottered and my lungs stopped pumping air.
His presence froze me at once. Or was it his eyes that were as cold and dark as shadows carved in stones? They stared so coldly at me, cloaked in an eerie stillness that sent shivers down my spine.
I had never seen a picture of the devil before. But this guy in front me, looked like someone who must be very close to him.
My survival instinct kicked in. With reflexive speed, I spun towards the door, grabbing the knob to pull it open. But I was taken abacked when strong hands snagged my waist, tugging me back.
I let out a loud scream, fighting the hands on my waist. His speed was something I could not fathom because I never expected him to beat me to the door.
My phone and bag had fallen to the floor. I screamed and hit his hands on my waist, but it was more like hitting a rock. Instinctively, I reached for my spray can that was close by - that was the closest thing my hand could reach - and tried aiming for his head. But he snatched it from me the moment I lifted it up. And roughly, he shoved me to the floor.
JERAHI scooted backwards on my butts, fear eating everything in me. I watched him close - lock - the door, before chucking my spray can to the floor. How did he get into my room? Who was he? What does he want with me?My heart was in my throat and had refused going down. The fact that he looked so deadly scared me even more. I may not have seen a lot of bad men, but my instincts told me the guy in front me was extremely bad, and dangerous. He was in black pants, black polo and a black jacket. Even his shoes were black, and he scared the living daylight out of me. He started approaching me, each step he took filling me with nothing but dread. "Please..." My voice shivered as I wriggled backwards."I...I... I have some m...money in m...my b...bag. J...Just take it all. T... Take ev... everything." I stammered, tears burning the back of my eyes. I stopped moving when my back hit the wall. I could literally hear my fear echoing in the chambers of my soul. H
VOIDMy face crumpled up as I watched her pass out on the floor. What the fúck is this? is this some kind of joke?I rose to my feet, taking a step away from her. Bewilderment washed over me. This was not the reaction I expected, not at all. How can a skilled fighter react that way? I knew what I watched in that clip. Coming here, I had expected she'd put up a good fight so I'd derive joy in breaking her. I've dealt with a lot of fighters, and the first thing they'd try to do is defend. But this bitch over here, I'd say it's understandable she ran for the door because she was terrified seeing me. Anyone would be terrified and probably try to run off as well. But when I gripped her by the waist, I had expected a good fight in return. I expected attempted kicks and punches, but what the hell did she try to do? She attacked me with a fúcking spray can. A fúcking spray can! No crazy bitch would do that. I could feel the lightness in her body when I tos
VOIDI walked back to where the unconscious bitch was and scooped her into my arms. It was taking me a whole lot to keep my cool. Since she was all bloody, I tried to escape my inferno with the fake images of her being my dead victim. Yes, she was dead and I was just going to dump her body in the trash can. That was the only way I could keep my mind sane a bit. Because, fúck! I hated this shit I'm about to do. I was a killer, I never abduct my victims. No matter how difficult they seem to be, I always get the answers I need out of their mouths before leaving the scene. This bitch right here was my first failed mission, and I hated everything about it. Well, it wasn't entirely a failed mission. It wasn't even a mission st all, because obviously, she's the wrong target. Fúck Rocco for messing up the identities. I departed the room and made use of the elevator to the last floor. Of course, I came across a few people who threw suspicious glances at me. Two of the
His words infused so much fear in me, I felt I'd been struck by lightening itself."Wh... what're you talking about?".I stammered, my eyes seeming like they'd fall out of my sockets.Obviously, he hated repeating himself, because he gripped the neckline of my dress next."No! Let me go!" I panicked, trying to free my dress from his grasp."Stay still, damn it!" He snarled, and although I was frightened, it wasn't enough to stop me from struggling with him. He acted like he wanted to tear my dress apart."Please! Please! Don't do this." I shook my head, holding my dress firmly and ignoring the pain that came from my hand.He seemed to get even angrier, but I couldn't let him bully me into it. If it was what I was thinking..."Please..." I added, hoping my words get to him somehow. "You can't do this to me. You...You can't." A tear coursed down my cheek as I dropped my gaze to the floor. Staring at him gave me the chills.He sighed and moved away from me, but I could tell he wasn't plea
VOIDNext morning, I woke up with a text from Damien, telling me Sylas had been spotted somewhere.Sylas was a brother to one of my dead targets who was supposed to be dead as well. He wasn't my major target, and that was the reason he wasn't killed initially. But after learning he could be a threat, I put him on my list.He had gone into hiding, knowing I was coming for him. I had concluded he was dead. But well, now he was back again. Obviously, a man could never hide forever.I worked out in my gym, took my bath, dressed into an all-black outfit and found my way to one of my black cars. Approaching the gate, my gateman slid it open for me. Gabriel was someone I had picked from the trash two years ago. I saved his life and gave him a new purpose to live. And since then, he's been working for me.Of course, I took my time to run some background check on him and got to know he didn't have a family. I learnt all about his previous acquaintances. Man only had th
JERAHI stood, transfixed and watched as the three strangers walked into the room. Two young men and a lady. They didn't look as deadly as the man that had brought me here. Still, they had some bad aura around them.Richly-dressed, the men looked like people in their late twenties. While the lady looked as young as someone in her early twenties.I took an instinctive step back, not knowing what to expect."Who the hell are you?" One of the men asked, furrowing his brows.I swallowed hard as I dropped my gaze to the floor."Is she a thief?" The second man asked, his voice colder than the first man."Nah. I don't think so. Someone like her can't break in here without Gabriel's notice." the first man stated.Nervousness wrapped its fingers around my throat. From the look of things, they must be acquaintances of my abductor.I heard footsteps and lifted my head to see the lady among them approaching me."If you've got a tongue, I'd advise you make use of it." She sai
JERAHI was gobsmacked as I looked up at him, not wanting to believe he was referring to the same fork I had in my dress. I mean, there was no way on earth he could've known about it. He wasn't home!Did he take stock of his utensils and counted them the moment he returned? It didn't make any sense. Or were there cameras? I didn't think I had seen any."Stop making me repeat myself." He came closer, looking so intimidating.I was about reaching for it when I realized it was there in my bra cup. I couldn't pull it out, not while he was watching it."I... I'll need to go to the bathroom and get it out." I swallowed around the lump in my throat and tried making a move, but his strong hand pulled me back, startling me."No. You take it right here, right now." I gasped at his words.What? Was he asking me to slip my hand into my brazier and take out the knife while he watched? There was no way I was doing that."I... I can't. It's um... it's in my...".I stopped tal
JERAHI jumped on my feet as the sound sent waves of shock down my body. Another gunshot came, and terror filled me completely.Terrified, I ran to the window and was aghast by the sight of six men climbing down the high fence. I saw the gateman down on the floor, obviously shot. What in God's name?My entire body vibrated immediately as I noticed the guys running into the house. Not knowing who they were or what was going on, I was completely perplexed.I ran to the door and for the first time, I was relieved it was locked. At least, I was certain there was no way they'd be able to break in. Or was there?Sweats beaded my forehead, indicating my nervousness. I had feared a moment like this. My abductor was a monster and would definitely have bad men after him. I was certain those guys were here for him.I laid my hand on my rosary and prayed silently not to get affected. He wasn't even home. Would they leave after finding out?A while later, I heard a door bei