A harsh laugh left your lips, almost like you weren't quite used to making the sound. Cecile furrowed her eyebrows at your reaction.
"Nice try kid, but I'm not for hire" For one of your victims, she really was persistent.
And stupid.
"Listen, You might think I'm a dumb kid but I managed to stay alive with you hunting me for this long. I had to let you find me because I wanted to make this offer, so shut up old lady"
At her mocking reply, your grip on her arm tightened uncomfortably and she let out a small grunt as she felt your knee dig into her back. Deciding to end her pointless chatter, you wrenched Cecile's head up by the hair, and lined your blade up with her throat. She began to struggle, pleading with you to listen to her. You waited a small while, almost savouring the kill.
She was just a pest, after all.
Digging the cold metal into her smooth neck, she whimpered as little droplets of blood painted the ground beneath her. You were going to make this slow. As a last attempt to catch your attention, Cecile remembered something she had seen whilst watching you. A small, cursive tattoo above your heart, spelling out one word.
"I know how to find Lucinda!" She blurted out.
You froze, lowering the blade and flipping her over so that she was facing you. There was a dangerous, steely look in your eyes that reminded her just who she was dealing with.
"How do you know that name?" (e/c) eyes glared fiercely into her own. Cecile steadied any nerves she had. This was her one chance.
"I'm not as dumb as I look. I worked with her once, I know the taverns she goes to. She changed her name though." You looked almost distressed at this, a flicker of worry in your eyes before it fizzled into nothingness. Truthfully, Cecile knew nothing about Lucinda's whereabouts, and could only find a photograph of what she assumed were the two of you when snooping around your cabin. But she could find out, if you took this job.
"I could do some research and find her, if you come to work for me. No one else can, and I promise I'll treat you nicely.." Her voice had a playful lilt to it, despite her precarious situation. You were quiet for a moment, considering your options.
"We work on my terms. I'm not taking any jobs I don't want to. Got it?" Cecile's eyes lit up, she'd actually done it! The two of you could finally bond and-
"If you annoy me, I'll slit your throat."
Well...Maybe not.
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The woman beneath you was panting and flushed. In a washroom towards the back of the engagement party, you slowly slid down the fabric of her flouncy dress. A small diamond on her hand glinted in what little light there was. She brought said hand to your neatly styled (H/c) locks, tangling her treacherous flesh with your cold strands. As you nipped on her collarbones (Her perfume tasted like rat poison but you ignored it and focused on the job at hand), you pulled a small blade from the top of your stockings and gripped it carefully. Then, you made your way back up to her face and placed your other gloved hand over her eyes, drawing out a nervous giggle from your playmate.
"I didn't realise you liked this-" Her girlish whisper cut through the rustling of clothes. You shushed her, placing a rough kiss on her jaw, before plunging the blade deep into her intercostal muscle, just where the ribcage split. She made a small sound of surprise, and then was still, her shallow breaths and whimpers echoing amongst the shelves. You directed the cold metal upwards, and pierced her heart. It made a small ripping noise and you checked the face of your victim.
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