"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or we can rejoice because thorn bushes have roses" - Abraham Lincoln
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"Jesus bloody fucking Christ! Just give me information and this can be quick!" I screamed at the man in front of me.
Simon Achibald, aged: 32, Had just stolen the blue prints for a new 'Top secret' still in testing defense force gun and planned on selling it to the Russian mafia.
Simon was really starting to piss me off because he wasn't telling me anything.
Nobody wants to be on the other end of my knife when I am pissed off.
"So help me Simon if you don't give me the information, I will make this so much more painful for you" I threatened.
I had already stabbed six knives into his thighs, cut his cheek and broken his arms.
He was silently crying and wincing in pain.
"TELL ME!!!" I am so unbelievably pissed off right now.
He sighed and shook his head.
"Fine" I shrugged "Bring her in"
Jake had been helping me lately and I was grateful for it. It took a heap of pressure off when I have him helping me with the little jobs.
The door opened revealing Jake pushing an elderly woman sleeping in a wheelchair.
Simon's mother.
"I really didn't want to do this Simon" I sighed shaking my head.
This woman was innocent. I didnt like to kill innocents.
I walked over to the sleeping woman and with the tip of my blade I woke her up by cutting across her forehead.
She gasped and woke up screaming in pain.
I turned to Simon and smiled smugly when I saw him shaking his chains with his eyes glued to his mother.
"Hi Simon's mother. Your son has been a very bad man" I Chirped "He has stolen secret government information and was going to sell it to the Russian mafia"
"What son?" The look she gave her son would have broken my heart, if I had one.
"Mum" He croaked.
"So Simon's mum. I have been torturing you son to get the information before he sells it, but he is surprisingly strong so I need your help" I smirked when she looked confused "Here's the plan: I will torture you until I get the information out of him"
Absolute horror crossed her face and she looked as if she was going to cry.
Good, it will but him in more pain.
I smirked again and slashed her knees open so they showed bones.
She screamed and Simon almost jumped out of his chair if it wasn't for the chains, knives and the broken bones.
"I will tell you!" He pleaded
"Where is it?" I asked looking him in the eye.
"In the garden. I buried it under the lemon tree" He announced
"Jake go get it" I ordered. I heard quick footsteps and knew Jake was running.
Twenty minutes later and Jake came running in with a folder.
"Its all here" He gasped for air.
I turned to Simon and slashed his throat open slowly and painfully
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Information Kills
HumorWARNING: This book contains a lot of swearing and some sexual references Dakoda Johnson is an assassin, hired by the American president himself. One day President Jones calls her into his office, telling her that he wants to make her his sons bodyg...
