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JACOB'S PoV

Death.
Death is the inevitable, if there was a way man could be immortal
Man would just do about anything to become immortal.

Man fears death of all things. When you ask a rich man for money, he will say he does not have.
If you ask him the very question again he will give the same answer  ten times or even more.

BUT!

But if you ask him for money pointing a gun to his head or a very sharp pointy edged knife to his throat, he will miraculously have money and give you more than you asked  for so just that you could spare his miserable life.

And this is were I am right, it is amazing how everyone acts the same towards death, how the fear of deing makes us do crazy things and reveal even the deepest of secrets except him.

An enemy of my client, his name is James. A filthy criminal, a rapists and a thief.
It is with all pleasure that I will be killing him right after he tells me what I want to know but he is  hell bent on  taking all the information that I so crave to his death.
He is proving to be very difficult.

A unsettling silence before both of us,  the water  running through the rusty pipes with a tinging sound becomes the only sound that fills the  deserted dim room.

Mostly it takes me about five minutes to question my victims and kill them.
But he is taking me ten minutes, taking more of my planed time. He is surely waisting my time and his, all  he has been doing is just laugh even though this much laughter clearly gives him pain.

"I am going to ask you one last time, where is the safe and what is the code?" I ask him using my dangerous voice trying to insteal  more fear in him but all he does is laugh even more, blood pouring out of his mouth.

I can't torture him any more I have done enough of that and he badly hurt,  If I continue he is going to die.

FUCK!

" you know?" I say  slightly pushing the wooden chair that he  is tied to, to the other side away from the pipes of water. He leaves me with no other choice but to threaten his loved ones.
Most people break the moment you mention someone dear to them,  I would have done that a while ago but I didn't  because I don't like to bring in people who are not in my contract and it normally works without such threats but this man is proving to be very difficult.

"A good little bird told me that you have quite a beautiful daughter but I did not believe it until I set my eyes on her myself and wow I could not believe she is your daughter... Well... Looking at your appearance" I say teasingly with a shepish smirk on my lips.

He  laughs even harder, the blood that is pouring out of his mouth because of the broken jaw continues to taint his shirt.
His eyes bloodshot red,  his short blonde hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat covering  his entire face and the water from the pipes of water and his breath knocked out as he takes even coughs.

"I bet you saw her, you are lying!  You don't even know her, nobody does" he say with full confidence like his entire life depended on it.

"But I am not just anybody, some know me as Mr killer" I pause as I see his reaction, his so scared, the life in him slowly draining and his face paling. Extremely.

You have got to be kidding me, can my name possibly be more scaryly  than the gun in my hand and the torturing tool peacefully laying on the table, in front of him?

MAN.
I have just realized that this is when he has known who he was dealing with.

"Well telling by your reaction, I know that you now know that am not lying about your rather fascinating kid and I also know that I will not be lying when I say that I will kill you and then kill her if you don't tell me what I want. " I say with a smirk that freely leaves my lips, taking slow steps towards him so that I could read his emotions expressed through his face.

"So what is it going to be? I kill you both or you give me the code and where the safe is and you just die alone. Surely you do know that you are going to die right?" I ask in storing more fear in him.

I walk  back to the corner of the slightly dim room and lean On the cold metal walls giving him time to think and almost immediately, he gives a defeated sigh.

"Please don't hurt her, I am begging you!" He pleads shading thick trends of tears.

"That is entirely up to you" I reply with a shrug.
Off course I would never hurt his family members there are not in my contract, I just want to scare and it amazingly working.

"4555621, in  USR safe house safe number 104. There you have it, please don't hurt her"

"I promise you that she shall not die by my hands" I tell him and move away so that I could get a clear shot.

With just two shots to his head, he is dead.

I look at my next victim on the list and I see that it is George Golden, he goes by the name "Thee maan"

Whatever that means.
The name so unnecessary.
I put the contract back in my leather jacket then walk towards the dead body that I have to get rid of.
Grabbing the five litre bottle of acid, I  carefully open it and pour all the content on  the man once known as James Golden. His body will never be found.

The smell of burning flesh goes straight through my nose trolls that I had to close them with my hand.
Gone.  Everything gone, nothing left of the man. Taking a step back, I look at my work,  my art.

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