Walls have ears, doors have eyes.
Trees have voices, beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain,
Beware the snow.
Beware the man,
You think you know.
My dad always used to take me hunting as a kid, and I hated it. Even now at 18, it still sorts of gets to me when they start crying and pleading for their lives when they're tied up in the basement.
The loud breaths were heard all around the practice room. I was fighting one of my father's best men, defeating him was a must.
If I lost, my father would punish me by tying my hands around a steel beam and then lifting off the ground until I hung in the air, nothing to grab onto.
My father would whip my back until it bled. 10 times for touching the ground with my back when my opponent had the upper hand and caused me to fall on my back, 20 times for getting defeated, 30 times for killing one of my father's men.
My opponent's tag number was V.C 98, my dad loathed names, that's why no one knew each other's names. I don't even know Father's real name, although he always wants me to call him Father.
The documents I stole from Father's study room revealed that my birth name is Zuzanna, even though Father chose to call me Sana. I am adopted, I guess Father killed my biological parents when he was hired to kill my family and he took me in.
Father's wife died 6 years ago, a heart attack they said, but we all know who killed her. Father and I despised her, I guess he married her to get her heritance of her father's mafia empire.
I noticed V.C 98 being preoccupied with looking at my cleavage that you could see as a result of me leaning forward in a defensive position.
I smirked, V.C 98 was extremely good looking, and I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that. I lunged forward and shoved my leg between his, he fell forward, however, I grabbed his hands and twisted them in a position that required him to turn and land on his back.
But before I knew it, I was pulled with him on the ground, landing on his nuts. So here I lay, my hands stretched forward, keeping his hands pinned above his head while my lower-body just sitting on his waist.
Our gazes met and just when I thought things would get interesting, Father strolled into the room. I quickly got off V.C 98 and stabilized my posture.
Father tapped his iron cane on to the wooden floor and cleared his throat.
"サナ, 新しいタスクを完了," (You have a new task to complete.) Father spoke.
V.C 98 bumped my hand softly; he knew how much I despised Father talking in a different language to talk to me even though V.C 98 could understand it perfectly.
"明白了,我会抓住我的装备" (Understood. I will grab my gear) I uttered in Chinese just to trigger Father.
Before I left V.C 98 spoke a few words in Korean "원하신다면 제가 동행할 수 있습니다" (I can accompany her if you want)
But before I could respond Father already remarked with "Я отрежу тебе член." ( I will cut your dick off) which made V.C 98 shut the fuck up.
I walked through the street while suited up. My target was Damian Togashi; the 25-year-old owner of the infamous club 'Expensive Girl', he would meet up with his slutty girlfriend Maya Ruiz at exactly 20:08 A.M.
I would be hiding on the dancefloor and when the moment strikes I would stab a small syringe into his back while walking past him, even a small stab was enough to take him out.
That was my asserted plan, however, Father put me in a bad mood so now I'll just go in with an AK47 and kill everyone.
I already closed all the escape points by hacking into their system and the doors will permanently close on my command, the only escape is going through me and I would like to see the terrified faces of the guests when they realize that.
I noticed a waitress walking in front of me, she felt my presence and quickly took a turn into an alley and pinned me against a wall, she looked tired but a strong light burned into her eyes, the light of revenge.
I could kill her right here on the spot but somehow, she had this aura around her which made me like her. Maybe it wasn't the time for her to see death yet.
I finally opened my mouth and spoke with my shitty English
"Looked nice so I decided to follow you, hope you don't mind."
she chuckled and let me go "call me Nyda."
We walked together to her job; 'Expensive Girl,' wow what a show she will experience once she sees all the dead bodies in front of her.
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Expensive Girl
Mystery / ThrillerThe boy's hands and feet were tied to the bed. A girl, that looked about 16 but could be older, emerged from the shadows. A small glint of excitement displayed on her brown eyes; a small chuckle slipped her lips. Within a few steps, she stood next t...