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Chapter 13: R-A-S-S-N-E

Rue Scarce

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"Then slowly turn your head towards the camera. You have to show the beauty of those silver earrings."

I nod my head as I understood the director's instructions.

"Okay, this is the last shoot we need to finish. Take your place, Miss Colli-- I mean, Miss."

I mentally rolled my eyes when the director almost uttered my name.

I have to act like a young shy woman here and an extra man actor would come to call me.

I took my place sitting on the bench, my black wigged hair falling down on one side of my shoulder with my white dress pure and simple. I had another mask on as I wait for the signal.

"And, Action!"

I heaved a sigh, looking up at the sky. I hear the footsteps coming and a voice calling for me.

I slowly turned to the side and gave a slow smile. I stood on my feet and waited for the man to come towards me. He held my hand in his while the other hand went up to tuck the strands of my hair behind my ear, clearly showing the jewelry.

He slowly dipped his head and I raised mine to meet his, our lips almost touching when the director roared for us to stop.

"Perfect! Now let's do it in a different angle."

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The clock ticked off quite loud that the man tensed and flinched every time.

After the shoot, the director concluded that it was already a wrap. I head home after that and decided to go after my next target. Here we are, in a dark and old abandoned storage room in a dark forest far from the city. There were no people roaming and I placed my target on a chair. His hands placed over the armrests with my daggers digging into both of them.

His blood dripping wet on the floor.

"I am not fond of waiting, Mr Brown."

"Who (cough) the fuck do you think you are, you slut?" He managed to say.

I pushed another blade into his flesh, this time in his thigh.

His screams reached my ears but it didn't hurt a bit.

"Unlike you, I don't have all the time in the world. Now tell me where your Boss is."

He started coughing again, blood flowing out of his mouth.

I sighed when he kept his mouth shut. This man is more difficult than the first one.

I grabbed the jug of alcohol from the table and opened it, letting the substance flow out and dripped on his open wounds.

He screamed once again, but I didn't stop and pushed down a different dagger in his arm's flesh.

"FUCK THIS SHIT!"

"This is going on forever." I inwardly groaned.

I raised my heeled boot against the wound across his abdomen, stepping on it with ease.

"Hey. A simple question asks for a simple answer. Now answer me or I will drag your insides out. Where in New York is your boss staying?"

He was whining in pain but that didn't stop me from making him suffer. I did the opposite and pushed my heel harder into his wound.

"Go to fucking... Hell... you bitch."

"American people truly tends to have a bad mouth."

He groaned as I pushed deeper, his blood staining my boot.