“Diana, your job is to kill, understand?”
“Kill?”
“That is your job as an assassin, to kill the people that is harmful to our society.”
And boy does Diana love her job. Every new mission means another thrill. And she will do anything to get a thrill, even if it means killing her closest friends. But who needs friends, anyway? Assassins can't show emotion, that is the rule of thumb. Luckily, clients come to her as quickly as honeybees. She is the queen, in control of everyone, everywhere. The attention she gets is just lovely; she doesn't need to worry about getting caught by the police, either. Most of the time, her clients ARE the police. Having a safety net is most important in an assassin career.
It is hard to tell, at first glance, that Diana is a professional killer. Walking down a shopping centre or down a road, the first impression one might have is... Mediocrity. She does a good job hiding her weapons, scars, and demeanor from the public eye. Instead, she dons a college student look, acting like an innocent student who doesn't know a thing about the real world. At work, her personality changes according to the job requirements.
“Ms. Rossing, your help will be appreciated.”
“What is it now, Officer Richie?” Diana looks at the client with a bored expression on her face. “I don't have much time, you know?”
Officer Richie slams a folder onto her desk. “there is a serial killer we would like you to get rid of. He goes by Liam Norton. I think you'll find him interesting.”
Licking her lips, Diana takes the folder and scans through the criminal profile. Thirty victims of murder and much more due to rape. His body count is ultimately impressive. “So who do you want me to be today? A stripper?”
Officer Richie laughs. “Close, you'll be a prostitute.”
So it has been decided. One moment she is dressed like a civilian, and the next she is clad in the skimpiest outfit she has ever worn. Oh well, at least the lingerie she bought the other day has some use.
“Mr. Norton, so glad to see you here again.”
The door opens and a ridiculously handsome man walks in. Diana gives him the look over. Body toned from torso to legs. Damn, is he hot, which heightens the pleasure of killing by tenfold. She licks her lips, deliciously anticipating the moment.
“I can't help it, your girls are absolutely amazing.” Even his voice is so sexy. Is there anything that isn't perfect? What do you have in store for me, hostess?”
“You're in luck, you just came in time to meet our newest addition, Diana.”
“Diana what?”
“That is a secret for me to keep and for you to find out,” Diana purrs.
“I'll take her.”
“Take her time.”
Oh, and Diana will. She grabs his tie and leads him up the stairs, into the secluded room she was assigned. A rosy glow illuminates the dark, albeit dirty, room, and the only thing visible is a bed. She lets go of the tie and sits seductively on the mattress, looking into his beautiful eyes.
“So how good are you?” Liam asks.
“Try me,” Diana replies.
“Feisty, I like it.” He crawls on top of her and looks deep into her eyes. “And now you're all mine.”
He seems to want to take his time as well, kissing Diana as slowly and passionately as he can. His tongue grazes her lips, and she parts them slightly, allowing the soft muscle to attack and explore her mouth. Her hands move slightly to the blanket, where her knife is craftily hidden. When the time comes, she will utilize it, rewarding herself with maximum pleasure.
Liam's mouth is on her neck now, nibbling and kissing it lightly. Diana tilts her head, letting out a slight moan. To be honest, she is enjoying it. Sexual actions aren't common once you become an assassin.
“You taste nice.”
“Mmm... More kissing than talking.”
His hands are wandering over her body now, up her sides and cupping her healthy breasts. He kisses her again, more roughly this time, his left hand toying with her nipple and his right hand unhooking her bra. Diana lets it slip off her shoulders and throws it across the room. She growls and pushes him down, a smirk on her lips.” Now it's my turn, Mr. Norton.”
She proceeds by tying Liam's wrists to the bed post, limiting his mobility. She begins to unbutton him, planting kisses on his bare chest. He is even better with his shirt off. Such a pity.
“What are you doing?” He asks when he sees the knife.
“I'm going to kill you.”
“You betrayed me.”
“You, on the other hand, were stupid enough to have fallen for me.”
“Admit it, you liked it.”
Diana did like the intimacy, but she isn't going to show it. She toys with the knife, eying his skin. “You're so hot, I'll do you a favor and kill you slowly.”
He begins to buck under her, but years of training has prepared her. Diana slices both of his thighs to subdue him. “Don't be a naughty boy.” She smiles. “Tell you what, you can ask me as many questions as you want.”
“You're going to pay for this.”
“You honestly think you'll make it out alive? My knife is laced with poison.”
Liam closes his eyes, his hands struggling to break free. “Who are you?”
One wrist. “I'm an assassin,” Diana replies, watching the blood stain the mattress.
“Who hired you?”
Another wrist. “The police.”
“Why do you do it?”
A long gash along his chest. “I love the sight of blood. It.. Arouses me.”
“You're a sick person, you know?”
Finally, a cut on his throat. “You're one to talk.”
