4. Silent But Deadly.

6.6K 156 175
                                    

Looking in the mirror you stare at yourself admiring your features, the way your hair bounced around your shoulders while taking in the sight of your outfit

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Looking in the mirror you stare at yourself admiring your features, the way your hair bounced around your shoulders while taking in the sight of your outfit. Wearing the white blouse that  clung to your skin covered by the black blazer you owned pairing it with the same colored pencil skirt that ended at your knees. You paired it with some small black heels, looking like you were a secretary or an assistant.

You slip on some fake glasses to tie the look together before taking a singular bobby pin, pinning your hair into a low loose bun. A few strands of your hair dangled in the front of your face to frame your face.

Taking your phone out, you looked up at the gleaming exterior of the hotel building before walking inside. You knew from the woman that had contacted you, that this John character was the type of person that would sit at the bar; drinking his problems away, not caring about the lives he had ruined.

A disgusted feeling came over you as you walk over to the bar noticing that the bartender wasn't looking. In case anyone started asking questions, you knew they weren't going to be able to describe you.

You slide onto the wooden stool scrolling on your phone, as a man slides in next to you. 'Hook'

"Hey little lady, what's someone as pretty as yourself doing here." He lightly slurs and the strong intoxicating smell of alcohol was able to invade your personal space.

You fake an innocent chuckle before replying to him. "Well my boss finally let me off work, so I just wanted to get a drink and relax." Masking an certain innocence to your voice, trying your best to not roll your eyes which would break your character. 'Line'

He leans closer to you, his face so close to yours he would almost be able to kiss you. The stench of hard whiskey, seeping into your face forcing you to hold back a gag. "Well I can definitely help you relax, if you come with me." He told you, his deep shaded green eyes looked you up and down like you were his next meal. 'Sinker'

Letting out a giggle and nodding, you grab your bag with everything you needed inside. He drapes his arm around you, and it took every fucking little piece of you to not drop kick him.

Before you step inside the hotel room, you make sure there wasn't any cameras or people lurking in the halls. Once you step inside, you feel a sudden push against the wall and you push him off you.

"Uhm—why don't I make us something to drink first?" You suggest, turning around to close your eyes your hands balling into fists so hard; it had started turning white and caused your nails to dig into their skin. He drunkenly makes his way over the bed sitting down at the edge .

As you walk over the mini bar, taking the Ketamine out of your pocket and pouring a small amount of it into the cup along with alcohol, but also dilauding it with water. You stir it, making sure that it wouldn't be noticeable before putting the bottle back inside your pocket. You knew better then to leave evidence out for whoever would be the person working the case.

𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 {𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙧}✔️Where stories live. Discover now