Just a Little Murder

Just a Little Murder 1

Just A Little Murder

Chapter 1

By:S.L. Lewis

AN:Thank you for taking a few minutes out of your time to read this rather interesting piece of storytelling. I am going to warn you now, this story is dark. Very Dark. There is casual discussion of murder, death, and stalking.

There Are characters in various forms from the LGBTQ+ community, including but not restricted to bi, pan, and a-sexual characters.

This world doesn't have much to it so these short pieces are my way of learning about this world. Feel free to ask questions, they can only help me to build this world into something interesting enough to write a series about.

Please be nice when commenting. Being overly critical or just rude will most likely have you not responded to. I do take critics. But just because you are criticing does not mean you can not be polite.

Remember, wording is key when reviewing on the internet.

I promise I'm not a mean person and I hope that you enjoy.

"I think..."

He trailed off as he tapped a long nail against the tip of his nose, a leer spreading over his lips as his eyes flicked over the pictures.

"I think that you shall be the first to be one of the first to die. Yes, I do believe so."

Reaching out, he traced the pictured forehead of a pretty woman that his people had brought him with one finger. She was smiling at someone off camera, wearing something that made him think of an over-stylized dominatrix with all sorts of belts and bits of leather and chains. Dyed blue hair had been scraped back into a ponytail that brushed her knees, making him click his tongue at just how unprofessional such a length was.

Unless it was one of the basic, everyday wigs that a person could buy online or from a store of some kind.

But he highly doubted that. He knew that she wasn't that smart, or at least that was what his research had told him. Just look at the fact that she had gone after one of his boss's favorite contact. She had killed the man's lover out of petty spite just because he liked cock instead of pussy more often than not.

It was really quite pathetic that such a person could be trained in doing such a career seeing as they had a very strict code of conduct. But he was thinking that she, like the other four that were on his wall, didn't know a thing about what it meant to be a part such a world. He would have to do some more research before he started to go after them, find out who their Masters were.

He had a very bad feeling that he wasn't going to like what he found out, but he would still do what needed to be done. He had been asked to do this after all, giving him all of the freedom to do what he wanted to do with each of the chosen targets.

But her...she just seemed to push all of the right buttons to make him want to make her death just that much more painful. Usually he would do what he had to do with a sedative and some specialized poison that would kill without waking the person up. But that was just the way he had been trained to do it by his Master.

But with her...he would take special pleasure in planning the way she would die.

Smiling, he chuckled and bit at his thumb nail, idly wondering if he could get in to change out his nails for a something a little more sharp.

And perhaps shorter.

There was absolutely no reason to have a nail yanked off by being too long when he dug them into her skin while subduing her after all. That always turned out painful for him and he hated it when it happened.

After all, he had such interesting plans brewing.