The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)

Chapter 40: The Fall

Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, Russia.

In all of Ebun's seven years as a hired assassin and an organized murderer, this operation was the first one in which she had to kill someone in an open space - on the streets, in broad daylight. The killings at Novosibirsk and at the orgy central were close experiences but there was either factor missing in both.

This particular killing operation wasn't happening within her comfort zone and Lizabeta wasn't exactly the easiest victim to deal with. After that stunt that Viktoriya pulled after everything Ebun had done for her, there was no other victim that could take her place. Still, this Lizabeta girl had to be second in line for the most difficult victim and the reason wasn't farfetched.

Lizabeta was hardly ever sure of anything. When Sean made Ebun meet with her the previous week, the conversation between them proceeded like this:

"Um...hi, Lizabeta. I'm so sorry about what happened to you," Ebun squeezed the timid woman's hand in knowing compassion, even though she didn't know the full details of what happened yet. "But I'm here for you, okay?" she continued. "I will achieve justice for you because I know what it feels like to be in your shoes. Sean, my superior in this operation who is also my boyfriend assigned me to handle your case specially so you can be rest assured that I'll do a perfect job for you. You just tell me in detail, everything that I need to know about the rape incident."

"T...tenks ma'am," Lizabeta stammered in response as she scratched the nape of her neck. She made squeaky sounds with the grinding of her teeth very often and she scratched the back of her neck at every given opportunity. She also rocked back and forth on the sofa at intervals.

Ebun studied the lady very well. The wig on her head wasn't combed. She'd just slipped it on and it showed because there was a web of tangled synthetic hair strands above the extensions.

The lady herself wasn't very interesting to look at - particularly because she mirrored something similar to what Ebun looked like weeks after she'd gotten discharged from the hospital after the incident thirteen years ago. She looked a wretched, irredeemable mess. There were deep dry cuts on Lizabeta's lips - ones that could not heal and the skin of her lips were a chapped white, one she hadn't cared to lick in days.

There were deep black circles under eyes and her eyelids drooped every second as though she was trying so hard to stay awake. There was also a thin scar that ran from her left eyebrow to the middle of her right cheekbone. It was obvious that this girl had really suffered and had been used so terribly by men.

"It's not a problem," Ebun managed to smile through the anger she was feeling on the inside towards Lizabeta's assaulters. "So tell me, on the day that this man, Curtis Levi molested you, how exactly did it happen?"

"Um," Lizabeta picked at her fingernails and made that regular weird sound with her teeth before she gathered the courage to open her mouth and answer the question. Although, the words were coherent, they were still incomprehensible.

"I...I...used to vork at an ahdvertising company for e peticuler product end I vas ze leader for my teem. So one dey, ve vere valking through some neighborhoods in Moscow, knocking aht people's doors end adhvertising our products to zem once zey opened ze door to us. Zen I knocked on ze door of zeez particular man. He opened ze door so fast as eef he vas already stending zere before I knocked and ven he opened ze door, he told me to step een.

I vas confused for a second but I villfully stepped in, steel zinking zat ahll I vas going to do vas ahdvertise ze product to heem and zen leave. Zat vas vhy I shooed my teem members avay ahnd told zem not to vorry about me ven ze man offered for me to step een.