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LA NOSTALGIE: LA FIN

   [ A/n: We love sub+dom relationships right? ]

W: Mentions & References of Assorted Murders, Drugging, Substance Abuse, Social Corruption, and Planned Infidelity

°°- “The End In Green-°°

[ Dame ]

The game is easier if you know who you're competing against.

For your blindness, you were losing pawns you didn't even know you had.

The peculiar settings in Paris.

It was all her.

The scarce amount of people in a supposed all-nighter city. Especially a city as massive as Paris, did not that disturb you?

   Her laughter was as husky as fresh whiskey in Ireland, her knuckles a flaming color of crimson as few splats of blood dripped bleakly from the sheer surface of skin and the bold sharpness of bone. She was bestial, she could not help not be.

   She always was, whenever she fought fist-by-fists. She had loved the art of combatting skin to skin, she thought of it as glorious as any other religion. Her lanky arms and legs may give her the manifestation of a susceptible defeat, but her knuckles sure did assemble quite the puncture and trauma to any texture.

   The complexion of her presently tied victim, her countenance screeched of anecdotes of anguish further than any dramatist could decipher. It was art, it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

The suffering of others for her profit.

   « Ma'am, I can confirm the streets are cleared. », her utmost dependable assistant communicated behind her in a breathy vocal as she both listened and marveled her toil of injury. Her polished brunette mane elucidated under the moonlight as it sprawled apart beneath the humid wind, her beauty compared to the brilliancy of moon and stars alike.

  « Honestly, it's not a big deal...! », Dame could only snigger at the Parisian branch supervisor's restraint to her offer. It was an idiotic move on her part, who would not want riches between death?

   Her doe orifices glimpsed upon at the French supermodel, her sockets dripped with red emissions as she deplored above her suffering, she was not ready to perish...

   « All I'm asking.. Is for you to resign, I give you the money and we'll be done. What part of that don't you understand? », the silence was all she received as a response. This loyal employee sure was her nerves and patience, her mentality was considerably navigated by anticipation at this degree in the interval.

   « Tch.... Nicky cherry-picked her employees nicely. So it seems. », her emerald gazes met her stern assistant's.

   The other woman is motivated for the successive upcoming command. The sterilized gloves that encompassed her hands and the knife within her taut grasp proclaimed so in various diverse directions.