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{an old excerpt from one of the books I used to write for practice}
I’ve been keeping an eye on Marco Rustiv for the last week. And not gonna lie, he gives me the literal creeps. Just in this one week, I’ve witnessed him raping two women and a teenager. That too in a foreign country.
I can’t even imagine what he does in his own country. Disgusting chikenshit bastard. No wonder so many people want him dead.
At first I didn’t want to take on this job, as the employer was offering a smaller sum of money than I usually take. But curiosity kills the cat. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I decided to do this. It helps me kill the time.
Walking through the crowd, I approach the bastard with a fake smile on my face.
“Hi, Mr. Rustiv, right?”
“Yes, do I know you?” His eyes flicker on me before landing on a place I would not like to disclose. “To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?”
Just wait till I snatch your eyes out, you bastard.
“The pleasure is all mine, sir. I’m Rosa.”
BRUH THE FKING MEMORIES