Lady execution Levi Ackerman x OC (ENG) 18+

Chapter XLII. Hope is the prison

"I'll meet him myself. If he sees you, he won't tell me a word," Theia told Levi in a silent voice after they got safely through the first guards. She hid poisoned needles in her hair.

"If you don't come back within half an hour, I'm going to you," he touched her hair to adjust her hairstyle and put one strand of hair behind ear. She nodded and left Levi in the main hall. She went up the stairs quickly and hid from the passing patrol behind the curtains that allowed the moonlight to lit the corridor. She carefully came to the end, where they were a gold-lined door. She knew it was his office and she knocked gently. After a few seconds, the door opened and a tall man stood in front of her, who had no chance to react. She pierced his heart and held him in front of herself like a shield from the coming bullets, which almost immediately flew in their direction. Then she dropped the man and looked at the room where two surprised bodyguards stood in each corner. She stretched her hands from which sharp wires fired. It wrapped both men around their throats and Theia pulled, causing them to cut necks. At the solid wood table sat a man with folded hands in front of him. He watched Theia with an expression that didn't wear any signs of surprise.

"If I knew that the captain of the military garrison wanted to visit me, I would prepare dinner for you, sweetheart," he laughed. "I think it wasn't necessary," he added, getting up to pull out a second glass which he put next to his and poured into it at first sight, very expensive rum.

"I just came to talk to you," she closed the door, making sure no one would disturb them.

"I think I'm not mistaken when saying that you and your beastly manipulation skills are behind the unprecedented gift of Marybell's," he offered her a glass, which she took in her palm.

"Beastly? I think the Marrybel's are those who deserve this address. Like you and everyone who is using young children to play disgusting games," the man raised his gray eyebrows.

"And as always, you think you're the right one," he laughed. "Do you know that his daughter was born last month?" He looked at a bleeding man in front of the door. "Her name is Emily," he added with the intention to hurt her.

"Really sad. He chose a bad employer," she replied coldly and stopped his sentimental attempt to awaken regrets in her. He smiled arrogantly, put the glass on the table and walked to stop just in front of her.

"I always liked the endless flame that burns in you," he aimed his fat fingers at her and touched her face. Theia skillfully pulled out the knife that put it to his throat.

"You will testify against Marybell and I will try to negotiate with minister Zachary, not so harsh punishment for you," after her sharp words, he withdrew his hand again.

"Your negotiating was always more pleasant," he licked his lips, and she smiled. He put his hand on the dagger and pulled it down along with her hand. He approached her neck, and began to kiss it. Theia closed her eyes. She felt his sharp mustache that hurt her skin, a disgusting tongue and a thick hand which caressed her back. She turned the dagger in her hand and aimed at his crotch.

"If you don't get out of me immediately you will never be able to use it again," she hissed in his ear.

"Don't think I'll give up on everything I built!" Old man rushed and she pushed the blade until he could feel she got through the fabric. He clenched his teeth.

"You know me. You know very well that I never hesitate. I will kill you if you don't do what I want," now, she moved the dagger to his throat. "If you don't want to cooperate, another of the aristocrats will do it. I don't care, but you and your whole family will fall into misery, and for the rest of your life you will sit in the cell, where other prisoners will certainly like to play with you," the man exhaled and closed his eyes in resignation.