Journal Entries of The Escort

Entry 4

January 30th
10:32pm
Location: Manhattan, New York

"South east, you should see our target. Glitter champagne gown. Blonde hair up in a bun. Beauty mark on her left cheek," Kiko's voice rings as I hand the man at the door my trench coat. Out the corner of my eye I watch him hang it.

Stupid Americans, the guns are right there.

But I quickly averted my eyes to our target and there was drinking and laughing with a group of other men.

Whispers came about wherever I walked and some women would give me dirty looks as they would catch their men staring at me in my red dress with a slit going up my thigh towards the back side of my right leg.

I paid no mind.

I'm hiding my knife and a gun.

I snuck in between the group and grabbed the woman by the back of her arm and guided her upstairs.

"Resist and you'll die right here," I whispered in her head and I could feel her muscles tense up but she complied easily.

"On the east wing, there should be a bathroom on the far side," Kiko instructs me and I simply just follow along.

Locking the door and turning on the lights, I get shoved against the bathroom door. The woman backhands me and my cheek stings.

This is why I hate doing undercover field work. I'd rather shoot her a kilometer out. I
Grunt and grabbed her wrist as she was about to slap me again and I twisted it in a way that it broke.

I quickly yanked the shower curtains and wrapped it around her neck so she wouldn't scream and tied her to her ankles so she wouldn't move too much.

"When I remove, don't scream. Or I will cut your eye lids," I reached inside of my dress and took out my knife and lifted her chin with the tip of my blade.

I gently pressed my knife against her perfect skin- somewhat perfect.

The spray tan is tinting my metal. Quickly, I snatched the blade back and cut her lip very thinly but blood still oozed.

Snatching her gag, the woman's mascara was everywhere on her face and the tiled floor.

"The girl," I pulled out a picture of a young Cambodian girl with brown hair. She was extremely young- and beautiful.. I wonder what purpose she serves in this life.

"You're gonna have to torture me immigrant," the woman spat.

I don't have time for this. The gala started late and it's only so much time before midnight. I rolled my eyes and knelt down to shove her face against the polished bathtub. Her makeup and blood smudged over everything and she continued to resist.

Shaking my head, I knew it was time.

I rolled her over on her stomach so I could reach over from behind and grab ahold of her hand.

"W-what are you doing?!" She yelled.

I shrugged and gagged her again with a piece of the shower curtain and went back to contemplating on whether or not this is how I want to start off my first kill in American.