Dominatrix System

Chapter 113: Coloring the Streets

The last of the light left the streets, and only the lights on some lampposts lit from the lamplighters. Those posts in this part of the docks were not that common, and the primary source of light was from the windows of the businesses that were still running. The dark was complete, and the night sky was appropriately missing the moon. The darkness in corners was complete, and a single small frame moved through the streets with a cloak hiding the snow-white hair beneath it.

I moved under that darkness and smiled at the accidentally chosen new moon night. It was perfect for the operation that I wanted tonight, and I knew the gang was following me through the streets. The gang members had no idea I was in front of them or what they were going through, and I moved like a phantom in that darkness as I lead the charge through the streets.

On such a dark night, the guards seemed to be keeping themselves hidden so as not to get stabbed from a hidden dagger in the darkness. It was an intelligent decision, but you could still see the occasional low-level young guardsmen barely a day over fifteen. They were hiding under the light, keeping 'guard' as They were near the guardhouse, though, and each of those kids was keeping sentry as the total darkness loomed just outside their vision.

That wasn't saying that there weren't more guards that had a spine moving on patrols; they were just a lot fewer than usual with the tension in the air around the city's docks. Our movement went unnoticed in that darkness, and we moved past a small gang outpost on the edge of their territory without hitting it. The sentries of gangs watched without really watching into that darkness as they sat inside on a night like tonight, ruining their night vision. Some might have been able to see ten feet in front of them if they had good eyes, but they couldn't see the movement past that distance as I moved past.

Still, without a sound, nothing started behind me as the hand moved deeper into the enemy territory on a perfect night to attack. It was going even better than planned, getting to this point without being spotted as I moved past buildings and whores that didn't snag a dock worker to work on tonight. One called out to me surprisingly and called out if I wanted to have some fun. She huffed in disappointment as I didn't even acknowledge her.

Still, with my movement, I was surprised at her ability to see me in darkness and my ability to hide. I ignored it for now and heard a soft exclamation not long later, with her probably seeing the gang move past her.

We soon reached our destination, and I moved into the light, looking at the warehouse in front of me. It was one of the largest I had seen in this world, but it was still made of wood and looked like it needed fixing. I was spotted, and I heard words directed towards me.

"Hey, Dumbass!" That male voice called out as I stared at the sentry that spotted me. "Get the fuck out of here. This territory here is the-" Huis voice cut off as the first drop of blood was reaped this night. My first swift movement never left the sentry a chance as his voice was cut off by a bladed whip wrapping around his neck and severing his artery with brutal speed.

The blood spurted out onto the sidewalk, but the sudden cutting off of his voice alerted those around him. Exclamations sounded throughout the warehouse as the sentry wasn't quiet at all. I didn't care, though, and I stood outside by that dead sentry as the heart still pumped, believing that the head needs blood pumping uselessly.

The first members came out looking into what happened, opening the door to the warehouse for me. It wouldn't have been an issue, but a Mistress like myself won't miss the opportunity for trash to do it for her. The men and women inside this warehouse tonight were no longer people. They were my toys, and my whip lashed out, grabbing the first gang member investigating around the throat.