THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER ONE

DONNA....
"Give me a shot of whiskey!"
I shout at the waiter who is more than willing to serve me.
That's what they are paid to do, isn't it?
"One day I will make you my fuckmates..."
I swear silently.
I blame it on the whisky... For lusting on the waiter of course..
No, I blame it on my past.
Drowning tots of whisky makes me temporarily forget my past life.
It's the third day in a row, sitted at the same corner, in the same bar. I am on a mission....
Suddenly, I notice him sitted all alone sipping the exact brand of whiskey I am sipping. The only difference between us....he is sipping from the bottle and I am doing shots.
I eye him for long till our eyes meet....
"Ain't he handsome?"
I think....
Tall, dark and handsome, how I like my men... Sorry fuckmates😏.
I rise from the seat, in my drunken stupor headed to his table.
I know the right words to spit out to make him swallow the bait.
"Hey handsome... I can see we have the same taste for drinks.. Blended Scotch Whisky."
He eyes me suspiciously, then takes another sip direct from the bottle. I can see his eyes tear up from the harshness of the herb he is taking.
"At least you could have mixed with tonic...."
"Get out of my sight lil bitch! Your opinion doesn't count. Go shove it up your tiny ass!"
He shouts at me, spitting saliva at my face.
I wipe it from my face with my palm.
The guy is probably stressed or playing hard to get....
I don't give up.
I never will.
Until I accomplish my mission...

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"Auntie please I want to go to school."
"No school for fools like you Donna! Your place is in this house, making money for me. Disappear you little slut."
Auntie Bree is one heartless woman. She doesn't seem to understand that education is the root to a bright future.... Probably because she has no kids of her own.
I get busy sweeping the house till she shouts my name.
"Donna, go to your bedroom fast, Max is waiting. Make me proud brat..... You know we need the money. "
Poor me!
That's the life I spend everyday, every hour. Heartless Bree has converted me into his Automatic Teller Machine.
I need a way out.
I am looking for a way out.
And when I finally do....
Talk of landing from frying pan to fire.

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"What would a handsome guy be doing here without company?"
" You never give up, do you?"
" Not when I see a sweet guy drowning his sorrows in alcohol while me, the stress reliever is here! "
I say, as I bite my lower lip, showing him my exposed cleavage seductively... It's a trait I have learnt since time immemorial.
"What do you have offer? Small girl like you. Do you even know ABCD?"
I'm laughing inwardly. At least he is responding postively.
"Alot.... More than you can imagine. Try me!"
Still gulping down his whisky.
" Bring it on!"
"Call me Donna... Donna Brown."
I say while extending my hand to meet his.
"Bruce.... Bruce Bean!"
He says while holding my palm firmly.
"Pleasure..."
"Pleasure...."
He draws a seat for me and signals me to sit next to him. I gladly sit next to him, literally leaning on his side. He is quickly warming up to my advances.
I'm irresistable.
I know it
They hardly resist me.
Finally, I have someone to help releive stress... No.... To multiply stress into his pathetic life.
"By the time I am done with you, you will curse the day you met me..."
I swear inwardly.
" I will use you and dump you as I usually do... No big deal"
I can't stop smilling inwardly....