Possible & The Witch

Suddenly Silent

TW

19 DAYS LATER

10:12pm

Y/N's Pov:

Something about a man with vicious intent smells like an animal.

Like ferocity.

Like power.

But the power they have is make believe.

Formed in weapons, in money, in trafficking, in- absolute fucking bullshit.

Because Energy- like what exists between you and Wanda- is the only constant, it cannot be created or destroyed, energy is what others call god. And god wouldn't have made such a silly thing as a gun- or the concept of a human as collateral.

Unfortunately. God did make man.

And this is what man has created with its energy.

Pain.

The pain you see now as you stand in an open warehouse against the farthest wall.

Today, just as the last two and a half weeks, you stand at six foot two inches with a broad build in your masculine frame for the purpose of the mission. You sport blue eyes and thick black hair combed perfectly to the back of your neck.

Your suit is black Armani with an orange button up. Tailored perfectly.

Like most of the other men in the room.

But the women...

Some look high end. Designer wear, very quiet, sat close to other women clearly the "property" of the same name, and somehow, they are at least partially content with their sorry excuse for love.

Others are in nice clothes, but not necessarily designer. They sit on the laps of men who push hands up their skirts and force them into kisses they believe they aren't allowed to refuse. Most are bruised or jumpy. Some far too young and attempting to cover what their dresses cannot.

For certain though- they all are terrified out of their minds.

You could feel that before you even walked in on the first day.

And just like then- the scene makes you sick.

They deserve better. Yet you have to pose as one of the men just like those who hurt them every day.

You swallow down the rest of your scotch as you see your target watching you from his seat at the head of the only table in the room.

One woman on his chair- and one girl...

In the last eighteen days you have seen him circle through at least thirty women, passing them throughout his friends. A few at a time this twisted fuck buys girls as a party favor.

You're so going to love killing him when you have what you need.

There were too many guards to control all at once like you had hoped. Which is why you've made him your friend. He believes you are funny, but deviant. Also- as written in your file as your mission persona-you have a house of women. And you're here looking for either new ones to add to your pride. Or weapons if none of his girls are to your liking.

You added the stipulation of red hair to the women so you would have more "person in your character."

So far it seems to work.

And as you form your ideas you stick highly to the power trip.

It intrigues him and keeps him focused on earning your respect for you to buy one of his red girls. Instead of why you are really here.