Silence is Nameless

Chapter Three

November 1st, 2098

Saturday

Entry 2

Dear Fe,

I'm sorry I'm late on an entry. Amelia is getting on my last nerve. I wish she could realize that I could snap her neck without even blinking an eye or losing sleep. She's such a brat, I wish I could tell her the truth, so she could fear me and go home. But my job is to keep her safe and I haven't failed at a job and I won't.

Speaking of jobs, Mr. Allegro gave me another assignment today before I left work. He said that a man named Fred Caudillo hasn't paid him the money he owes him, so my job is to break his legs. I know, boring. I was hoping fora brutal assassination. But he said if he doesn't budge, I could kill him and take all the money I could find in his house. I'm getting paid 25% of the money I collect. Wish me luck, my friend. I go over there tonight. And Mr. Allegro told me to wear something sexy.

Yours Truly,

Aviana

I hid Fe in it's regular hiding spot (in the pillowcase of the pillow I don't use) and looked towards the clock. It read 7:21 pm. I still had time to spare. From the living room, I could hear Amelia bragging about her new well-paying job. I rolled my eyes and opened my closet door.

The only thing sexy I have in my closet is the dress Mr. Allegro bought me for certain assassinations. I grabbed it off it's hanger and grabbed my fishnet stockings and some sky-high high heel boots. I got dressed and did my make-up and put on my wig. When I finished, I walked down the stairs just in time for dinner.

"I was just about to about to call you down," Layla said. "Where are you going?"

"I have a job," I whispered. Layla's eyes widened. "What? I always go on jobs and I'm never hurt. Why are you nervous now?"

"Because you're leaving me alone with them," she hissed. I laughed and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry," I said. "You'll be fine. Leave a plate in the microwave for me, please." She nodded. I kissed her head and left.

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Fred Caudillo lived in a mansion just outside of Fernadille. I looked at the clock on my dashboard. 8:39. It's still a little early but I could work with it.

I got out out of my car, gripping my trench coat and duffle bag I kept in my car, and walked up the driveway to the front door. I rang the doorbell and waited a few seconds. A man at least in his late 30's answered the door and looked me up and down.

"Well, aren't you a sexy thing," he said. I smirked at him and crossed my arms. "Are you Fred Caudillo?" I asked, in a sexy voice. He nodded.

"Come in," he said. I felt disgusted at the way he was staring at me like a five year old stares at his favorite snack. At least my disguise was working. He motioned me in. When I walked past him, he slapped my butt. I fought the urge to grab his arm and snap the bone in half like it was a toothpick, but orders are orders. I might just kill the guy for the hell of it after my job was done.

"So," I said, turning around. "Should we do this here or you got a bedroom?"

He lifted an eyebrow and smirked. "What exactly are we doing?" I dropped my trench coat to reveal my short and tight black dress and walked towards him. I wrapped my leg around his waist and whispered in his ear.

"I think you know exactly why I'm here, Mr. Caudillo."

He nodded. "The bedroom is this way." He quickly walked up the double staircase towards a hallway. He walked down the hallway and opened the third door on the left, leading me into the master bedroom.

In his bedroom, there was a king sized bed sitting right in the middle of the room. There was a door leading to the main bathroom. "Can I freshen up before we start?" I asked. He nodded and I strolled into the bathroom and locked the door.

I looked into the mirror and sighed. This man is obviously lonely. Why else would he invite some random stranger in her late teens in at almost 9 o'clock at night for some random screwing?

I opened my duffel bag and examined what I'll need for the job. I have a blindfold, a mini baseball bat, my pocket knife (in case things go well for me), copper wire (a painful way to tie him up), and my camera for when I'm done.

I walked out of the bathroom. "Sit," I commanded. He sat in a chair, smiling like a fool. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I took out the blindfold. He shifted uncomfortably. "What's that for?"

"Just relax and let me do my thing," I said, impatiently. He nodded and I covered his eyes. He sat there waiting for me to start but I excitedly pulled my copper wire out of my bag. He lifted his hand to take the blindfold off. "Uh uh uh," I patronized. "No peeking." He dropped his hand.

I walked behind him with the wire.

"Just," I said, lifting the wire. I smiled. I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when he realizes what's happening. "Relax!" I threw the wire around him and tightened it around his body. He gave out a yelp of pain and started squirming. I adjusted the wire so he couldn't get out of the trap.

I took the blindfold off. "What is this?" He yelled.

"I was sent by George Allegro," I stated. "He wants his money. Now."

"What do you mean?"

I moved closer to him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Mr. Caudillo," I yelled. "Now, we can do this the easy way." I took the bat out. "Or the hard way."

Fred gulped. "I don't have the money," he said, fear in his voice.

"Bullshit!" I screamed, bringing the bat down on his left knee, hard. He howled in pain. "I'm telling you the truth. I don't have the money!" I brought the bat down again and he yelped louder. I smiled. It was going to be a fun night.

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I'd been at him for an hour. He wasn't budging. I was starting to believe that he actually didn't have the money, but I snapped myself out of it. I'd finally had enough of his lying.

His head was hanging down and he was crying out in pain. His legs were more than broken. I grabbed his chin and we locked eyes. "I'm tired of your f*cking lying, Caudillo. Look at this damn house. It's enormous. Are you going to tell me that you lost all of your wealth? I might be young, but I'm not stupid."

Once again, he denied he had the money. The bat surely wasn't helping. I took out my trusty pocket knife and slowly walked towards him. He started sobbing.

"Please! I don't have the money," he begged. I hate it when they beg.

I sat on his lap. "I'm going to ask you again. Do you have you money?"

He shook his head. I jammed the knife into his outer thigh. He screamed in pain and sobbed harder. "Where is it?" I asked.

"I don't have it!" He screamed. I plunged the knife into his shoulder. Again he screamed. "I. Don't. Believe. You," I yelled, twisting the knife in his shoulder.

"It's in the safe," he managed in between sobs. I had finally broke him.

"Thank you," I said. "But next time." I rammed the knife into his stomach and jammed it upwards. He gagged and spat up blood on my lap. "You won't lie." I pulled the knife slowly out of him and walked towards the safe. I knew I had succeeded.

After unlocking the safe and collecting all the money in it, I went back towards Fred Caudillo. I studied the scene in front of me. His head was hanging down, blood dripping out of his mouth like a faucet. A dark red stain covered his clothes. He wasn't breathing. I took out my camera and snapped a picture and smiled. Another one for my collection.

Written by KatBurger221B, edited by Morgan.