White Lines White Lies

Curiosity Killed The Cat

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I'm horny...

 When I get horny, I kill. When I can't kill, I get horny. 

A terrible situation, each distraction a substatute from the other, A noticeable difference from my typical peacemaker attitude. Maybe it was having elevator sex, or the fact that I haven't killed anyone in 17 days. Either way, I was beyond excited when I got a text from Simon, asking me to deal with four traitors. 

I slipped on a red dress which my mother had gifted me and walked at the speed of gay to the dark musky room. With my knife latched firmly to my thigh, I entered, and locked the door. 

The small candlelit room was stained with blood, with crosses hanging from the walls. You'd be surprised how many people claim to turn to Jesus when their life is threatened. The four men in front of me were certainly the type, and I could tell they would be begging for forgiveness before the torture even began. 

From what I had been told, they had signed off on a 5 million dollar shipment of crystal meth using a close co-worker of Simon's signature, and kept it for themselves. 

Stupid. Fucking. Men.

I walked over to examine them closer, they were all relatively the same size, except the one on the far right, who looked about 13, even though we wouldn't hire anyone nearly that young. He had a large bruise on the side of his face, and rested tiredly on the ground, his shoulders in distress from the handcuffs anchoring his upper limbs to the wall. The other three were standing, and had their eyes on the ground, unaware of my presence. 

I reached inside a pocket, and grabbed a lighter. I flicked it, and all three but the smallest looked up. 

"Bout time you fuckers opened your eyes," I mumbled,

The man furthest to the left rolled his eyes. 

Bad idea.

We locked eyes, and I slowly walked towards him.

"Do you have something to say?" 

I grabbed his jaw, lifted it up, I looked dead into his eyes, I could tell that he was still high.

He gulped and shook his head. 

Dissatisfied with his response, I threw his head back into the concrete as hard as I could. A loud crack echoed across the previously silent room, and he slumped to the ground, blood flowing from his brain, and into a puddle at my feet. 

"I suggest not pissing me off and doing as I say if you want any chance of getting out of here."

The two remaining, standing men nodded, obviously scared, while the one on the floor didn't move. He was breathing, but very slowly, as if he had given up.

I moved to the next man and sat down in a chair right in front of him. He did everything to meet my gaze, trying to avoid the fate of the last. 

"What happened boys?" I asked tilting my head, and grabbing my knife from my thigh. 

The atmosphere became even tenser, and the two looked at each other.