I tied him on the chair and took a deep breath. I poured myself a cold glass of water and took a sip. Tried to relax and sat on another chair in front of him. Tapped my nails on the glass and sighed. I poured the water with a sudden move all over his face. He instantly woke up and started breathing heavily. He swore in Irish and tried to get up. He was very confused, he noticed me and stood still.
"What in-" he tried to escape once again and I rolled my eyes and slapped him quickly.
"Look, I don't have all the time in the world. Where is it?" I glared at him and narrowed my eyes. As an answer he spit on my face. I tried to remain calm as I wiped my face and smiled. I immediately broke the glass I held in my hand and grabbed a piece of the broken glasses. Then grabbed his hand and cut the part between his thumb and forefinger. He started screaming. I licked my lip.
"Now let's start off again. Where's it?"
"Why should I tell you? Who do you think you are" I started losing my patience.
"The monster,remember?"
He seemed to be thinking his next words. He better choose wisely.
"You won't get what you want!"
"I always do!" I replied and clicked my tongue. Got up and glanced around. He couldn't be hiding the object here. He is smarter than that. Probably he kept it in a safe far, far from here. I checked some papers on his desk, broke a few things and checked the floor for any kind of doors, anything. I checked behind any pictures on the wall, everywhere! Something cane to my mind immediately.
I grabbed his chin and made him look up at me.
I quickly tore his shirt off and touched with my cold fingers his chest. Tattoos, many of them, he was also working out obviously.
I checked his arms and fingers. He seemed to enjoy my examination.
"What else will you do? We could have fun" he laughed and I ignored him. Then checked his waist. No sign of the code I was looking for. Except if-
I grabbed his face again and looked closely inside his eyes. He tried to resist but I put pressure on his chest with my knee. On the left one there was a four digit number around his Iris. Contacts! He was wearing contacts. I smiled and he got mad started calling me names.
I suddenly kissed him so he would shut up, he tried to resist again but I didn't let him, I took silently a dagger out of my jacket and stabbed his right side and bit his lip at the same time. He started screaming as I twisted the dagger inside of him. I wiped the blood off with his shirt and he was biting his lip with a painful look.
"Are you happy with your life?" He said as I wrote the number down.
"Happy with all this killing while not being free?" I checked the place that the numbers indicated. Massachusetts.
"Do you sleep well at night?" He struggled to say.
"Happy that you only follow orders?" I stopped checking my information and lifted my head up not turning toward him.
"Happy that you're nobody. That this is what you do for a living?" I loaded my gun and targeted his forehead. Between his eyebrows. He didn't stop.
"What's another death to your list? Do it!" He was obviously hoping I wouldn't. I pulled the trigger and the sound ringed inside my head.
"I was trained for this kind of stuff." I walked to him and shut his eyes slowly.
I took some of his papers with me, a few sketches and his phone which was currently locked.
I walked outside of the little house and called my ride.
"I got what I want, almost" I said and started walking back to the location I came from. It was snowing slightly.Hi! I hope you liked this one <3 Give me some feedback and vote if you want 😅
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'Agent'
Mystery / Thriller"I'm serving a purpose. I'm following orders." "Well miss, before we get the information we want, with the painful method, can you give us at least a name?" I glanced up. "Agent." The protagonist is inspired by Marvel's Natasha Romanoff/Bla...