Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Twenty-two|

|Twenty Two|

The thick reinforced door groaned as it was opened, and I quickly slumped against the wall and covered my head with my arms.

I could hear his thick, rubber boots smacking against the cool tile as he entered, the click and clack of his assault rifle hitting against the bullet proof vest he wore as he walked.

"Oi, Ki" he snarled as he came to my side. "Get up."

I didn't move, my head bowed as I could feel his revolting presence. He growled and kicked me roughly in the leg, making me flinch even though I knew it would bruise.

"Oi! You fucking bitch! I said get up..."

I lifted my head up, looking at his rugged and butt ugly face, making my eyes seem slightly sleepy as I looked at him with a lustful look.

"Bias..." I murmured. "I missed you...give me you..." I pushed my up my arms beneath my breasts, making them push up and become more noticeable.

He grinned as he looked down at me, a smirk which I loathed with every pore of my being. "Not today my precious..." he was too focused on my breasts to notice that since that boy had visited, they hadn't bound up my wrists.

I sprung forward, wrapping my arms around his torso as my hands slid down his sides, my head right in front of his groin as I stared up at him lustfully. "Oh come on...I want you...now..."

He faltered for a moment, his fave going red as his instincts rose up in him. I felt his groin starting to bulge, and I had to hold down bile in my throat.

He didn't notice me slide the combat knife out from the holster at his thigh.

"Oh" he moaned, but then he snapped back into reality as he pushed me back. "Oh, definitely - but not now..."

"Oh come on..." I moaned, slithering a hand up my dress like clothes and rubbing my clit in a way to really entice him.  "Please...?" I begged.

He didn't move as I stood up, and I pulled out my now sticky and lubed fingers, and I then stuck them in his mouth.

His eyes widened as he ran his tongue over them. "Oh god, I love it when you're--"

I swung the blade and sliced open his neck, his blood spraying over me in a delicious red flow.

His eyes widened as his body went still. He couldn't move, until his body went limp and he crumpled to the ground.

I smiled and dragged the flat side of the blade across my tongue, feeling his warm, fresh blood excite my senses.

"That's for being a shit father to Do-Yoon" I spat before I leaned down and and grabbed his pistol.

My feet were bare, legs pale and thin. The straight jacket I wore hadn't been tied, and now the sleeves hung down past my fingers, and the end of the dress-like jacket ended just past my rear.

I smiled as I strode out of the room, pushing open the re-enforced door.

The two armed men standing with their backs to me, slowly turned to see me standing there with blood all over me.

They didn't have time to move. To defend themselves. I rushed forward, slitting open their throats where all the padding didn't protect them.

They gargled as blood sprayed, collapsing on the ground as they writhed in their own blood, their final few moments of life.

I smirked as I stalked past them, down the abandoned hallway. Shouts then sounded, and I gripped the knife as I heard thick rubber boots booming against the floor as more armed men came around the corner.