I leap in after him, tackling him so forcefully that we slide clean across the room. My decapitation device activates releasing a sharpened metal piece into the air, where a human head would lie. I breathe heavily, standing up and removing the metal from the device. I close the door and turn on the lights. I am trembling from head to toe. Giovanni sits up, releasing a moan of pain. I stop and look around.
The nails...the wooden pieces with the nails in them...where are they? Oh no!
I walk to Giovanni's backside, and discover both pieces of wood, with the nails lodged deep into his back. When I tackled him I must have pushed him right on them. I have seen brains, intestines, several throats, and rivers of blood. This however...made me sick. I grab a rag and ball it up placing it against his mouth, as he drools a little in pain.
"Shhh..shh...bite down please Giovanni, please."
He bites down onto the rag as I quickly snatch the wooden pieces out of his back. Blood gushes onto the floor. The sound he lets out breaks my heart into a thousand pieces. Sweat drips down his face as I retrieve my healing cream and apply it to his nail hole wounds. Sixty in total. I remove his shirt completely, and bandaged him up. He doesn't speak. I am glad for that because I wouldn't know what to say.
I help him stand and attempt to take him to my room. He stops me only to pick up a flower bouquet lying on the floor. He hands it to me before weakly kissing my forehead. My eyes burn as I tried to hold back tears. I navigate him to my room where I remove his shoes and lay him in my bed. He stares blankly at the ceiling until he notices something more important to him than his pain. I am crying. Tears stream down my face onto the bouquet, and I look down into my lap, in shame. I was to blame for this. Me and my murderous lifestyle. Suddenly I stop, looking at Giovanni, when he puts his hand against my cheek.
"I love you Heiress." He says smiling at me.
This man...that smile. I never knew life with another person could be more fulfilling than murdering a murderer or killing a crooked cop with his own gun. I lean over Giovanni, my tears dripping on his face.
"I love you too."
His eyes are droopy, but he smiles anyway like he isn't tired. I climb beside him, laying my head on the same pillow his head rests upon. Within minutes he is asleep; completely exhausted from the amount of blood he has lost. I stay there listening to his breathing and I know in this moment, the sound of death isn't the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
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Angelic Sins (Part 1)
Roman d'amourA wealthy assassin named Heiress finds comfort in her weekly routine. She retrieves the Sunday paper, spots a target, and kills them using creative, gruesome, tactics. She navigates through life alone and doesn't have much need for human contact. Ev...
