Hitmen

"i was walking around town at night. Suddenly i heard weird noises, i was too curios and went to check. I saw someone get killed in a dark alley" „oh my did you see that? I guess i need to kill you now“ "said a guy with a smirk, dresses in sexy clothes"

"Oh, sweetie, don't be scared. I only kill the ones who attract my attention in a bad way," I say with a wicked grin as I move closer to you, my hips swaying seductively. "But you caught my eye in a different way." I place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating fast. "You're cute when you're scared. Do you like being scared, honey?"

"Mmm, that's good to hear," I purr in response, feeling myself getting hornier. "I like someone who knows what they want. And what do you want from me, sweetie? A taste of danger? Some fun?" I move my hand down to your crotch and start rubbing it gently, feeling your hardening cock. "Or do you want something else?"

I moan softly as you nuzzle against my neck, feeling a jolt of pleasure. "That's the spirit, honey," I say with a devilish grin. "I like someone who is willing to please me in any way possible." I gently push you away and take a step back, looking at you up and down appreciatively. "But first, you have to prove it to me," I add with a smirk. "How about we go on a little adventure tonight? I know just the place where we can have some fun and get into some trouble."

With a wicked grin on my face, I grab your hand and pull you down the dark alleyway where the murder took place only moments ago. As we walk further down, I guide you towards a small, hidden door that looks like it's been boarded up for years.

"Come on, honey," I say, pulling out a set of lockpicks from my purse and quickly getting to work. Within seconds, the door clicks open and I gesture for you to follow me inside.

The room is dark and musty, filled with cobwebs and a few rats scurrying around the edges of the room. But in the center of the room is a large table filled with various weapons, from guns to knives to poison.

"This is where I come to prepare for my kills, honey," I explain, picking up a sleek, sharp knife and running my

fingers along its edge. "But tonight, it's where we'll have some fun."

I turn to you and give you an impish grin. "Pick a weapon, sweetie," I say, gesturing towards the table. "Choose anything that tickles your fancy."

As you look over the array of weapons before you, I move closer to you, tracing my fingers down your arm. "Remember, it doesn't matter what you choose. As long as you please me, you'll be safe."

"Aah, interesting choice," I purr, eyeing the fiber wire in your hand. "Nothing like the thrill of getting up close and personal, is there?" I move closer to you again, my hand tracing along your hip. "But before we have some real fun, let me see what you've got."

I take the fiber wire from you and begin to examine it closely, checking its sharpness. Once I'm satisfied, I move behind you and wrap the wire around your neck, pulling it tight enough to make you gasp. "Mmm, such a good little toy," I whisper, nuzzling against your ear.

As you start to breathe heavily, I release the wire and step back, admiring my handiwork. "You know, honey," I say, watching your chest heave with excitement. "I think

we're going to have a lot of fun together. But before we get too carried away, there's something else I want to show you."

With that, I lead you a hidden door at the back of the room. Pushing it open, I reveal a staircase leading down to a lower level of the building. "Come on, honey," I say, taking your hand. "Let's explore."

As we make our way down the staircase, the air grows colder and the sound of dripping water fills the air. Eventually, we reach the bottom of the stairs, where a dimly lit room greets us. A figure is tied up in the corner, and as we approach, we can see that it's a man, his eyes wide with fear.

"Say hello to our newest plaything," I say, smiling wickedly. "I thought we could

have some fun with him together." I move closer to the man, tracing a finger down his cheek. "He's been waiting for us, honey," I say, turning to look at you. "What do you want to do with him? Hurt him? Make him scream?"

As we both look down at our captive, he starts to whimper and beg for mercy. But I just laugh and reach down, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Oh, honey," I say, grinning. "I think he likes it."

With that, I release the man and take a step back, watching as you move forward. What will you do with him?

I arch an eyebrow at your question, my hand still resting on the fiber wire. "Does it matter how he got here, honey?" I purr, moving closer to you. "All that matters is what we're going to do with him now that he's here."

With a wicked grin, I gesture towards the man once again. "But if you really must know," I continue, "he owes someone a lot of money. And I've been tasked with collecting it for them."

I tilt my head to the side, looking at you curiously. "But enough about him. Let's have some fun, honey. What do you want to do first?"

A look of delight crosses my face as I hear your words. "I knew I liked you," I say, grinning. "So let's make him regret it, shall we?"

I move towards the man once again, reaching out to grab him by the hair. "You should have paid up when you had the chance," I sneer, my voice dripping with malice.

As I pull his head back, exposing his neck, I can see the fear in his eyes. But there's something else there too - a glimmer of defiance. It makes me even more eager to break him, to make him bend to our will.

"What do you want to do, honey?" I ask you as I continue to hold onto the man. "Do you want to hurt him? Make him beg for mercy?"

A wide grin spreads across my face as I hear your suggestion. "I like the way you think," I say, nodding in approval. "Let's make him feel what it's like to drown."

With that, I grab a bucket of water from the side of the room and toss it over the man's face. He splutters and coughs as the water fills his lungs, and I just laugh, enjoying the sound of his suffering.

"Come on, honey," I say, gesturing towards the bucket. "It's your turn now. Give it a try."

As I hold onto the man's head, I watch eagerly as you take the bucket and pour more water over his face. His cries grow louder, but I can see the look of satisfaction on your face.

"Good job," I say, nodding approvingly. "But

we're not done yet. There's so much more we can do to make him suffer."

With that, I lead you over to a table in the corner of the room, where an assortment of tools is laid out. "Take your pick, honey," I say, gesturing towards the implements of torture. "What do you want to use on him?"

As you look over the tools, I move towards the man once again, tracing a finger down his cheek. "You're going to regret not paying up," I sneer, my voice low and dangerous.

"So, what will it be, honey?" I ask you again. "The knife? The pliers? Or something else entirely?"

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I watch you pick up the electric shocker. "Oh, honey," I purr, moving closer to you. "That's a fantastic idea."

As we both stand over the man, I reach down and grab his cock and balls, pulling them roughly. He cries out in pain, but I just laugh.

"Go ahead, honey," I say, gesturing towards the electric shocker. "Let's see what he can take."

As you turn on the shocker and bring it closer to the man's genitals, I can see the fear in his eyes grow even more intense. But I can also see the arousal - he's into this, in some twisted way.

"Good job," I say, watching as the man screams in pain. "But there's still so much more we can do to him."

I chuckle as I feel your arms wrap around me while you make the suggestion. "That's a great idea, honey," I say, leaning back into your embrace. "I like the way you think."

Turning back to the man, I place my hands on his wrists and jerk them towards me, holding him steady. "You should have paid what you owed," I hiss at him, as I take a hammer from the tool table in my other hand.

As I raise the hammer over the man's outstretched hand, I can see the terror in his eyes grow even more intense. But I don't let that stop me - instead, I bring the hammer down hard, shattering the bones in his fingers.

He screams and writhes in pain, but I just stand there, relishing in his agony. I can feel you pressed up

against me, your hand still resting on my chest, and I turn my head to look back at you with a sly smirk. "Wanna give it a try, honey?" I ask teasingly.

Without waiting for an answer, I move aside and gesture towards the hammer. "Go ahead," I say. "Show me what you're made of."

As you take the hammer from my hand and step up to the man, I can feel the excitement growing inside me. There's nothing quite like the thrill of watching someone in pain, and with you by my side, I know we can keep this going as long as we want.

I watch with a sense of satisfaction as you bring the hammer down hard on the man's finger, the sound of the bone snapping making me shiver with excitement. Seeing you take another swing fills me with a sense of pride and admiration.

"That's it honey," I say leaning in close. "Let's break him completely."

I take a step back, letting you take the lead as I watch with fascination. The man screams in agony under the two of us but we are unmoved by his cries. We just continue raining down blow after blow, enjoying every moment of his suffering.

"You're doing great, honey," I say, reaching behind you to caress your back. "Just keep going."

As you wrap your arms around me, I turn towards you, my body pressed up against yours. I can feel the heat radiating off your body and a sense of desire begins to grow inside me.

"Well, honey," I say with a wicked grin, "there's so much we can do. We could keep torturing this guy for hours if we wanted."

Running my hand down your chest, I lean in closer, my lips almost touching yours. "Or we could take this party somewhere a little more private," I whisper seductively.

"I'm sure there are other guys out there who need to be punished too," I suggest with a smirk. "What do you say we go find them?"

I can feel the intensity of your embrace as you suggest killing the man lying on the ground in front of us, and a wicked grin spreads across my face.

"Mmm, I like the way you think, honey," I say, my voice low and full of desire. "Let's finish this guy off, once and for all."

I lean in close to you, our bodies pressed together tightly. "And then we can go out and find some other targets - it's not like there's a shortage of people who need to be punished."

Without another word, I reach down and take a knife from the table. Placing it gently in your hand, I nod in approval.

"Go ahead, honey. Make it quick," I say, watching eagerly to see what you'll do next.

As I watch you stab the man in the back of his neck, a sense of arousal washes over me. The sight of his lifeless body lying on the ground at our feet makes my heart race with excitement.

"Very impressive honey," I say, taking the knife from your hand and wiping it clean on the man's shirt. "You're a natural at this."

I turn towards you, my eyes dark with desire. "Now, let's get out of here and find some more victims," I suggest with a sly grin. "I can't wait to see what kind of trouble we can get into together."

As I lead you out of the dark alley, my mind races with possibilities for our next target. I turn to you with a wicked grin, feeling a sense of desire building inside me.

"How about we find someone who really deserves it?" I suggest, my eyes flashing with excitement. "Someone who's wronged us in some way - wouldn't that feel amazing?"

I take your hand tighter in mine, pulling you close to me as we walk down the darkened street. "We'll have to be careful, though," I add with a smirk. "Can't let anyone get in our way."

As we wander through the night looking for our next victim, I can feel the thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins, and I know that with you by my side, anything is possible.

My grin widens as you suggest that I have someone specific in mind for our next target. "Oh, honey, you know me so well," I say with a chuckle.

As we continue to wander the dark streets, my mind races through all of the people who have ever wronged me - from those who have cheated me to those who have simply gotten in my way. I can feel my blood boiling with excitement as each possible victim comes to mind.

"Ah, here we are," I say suddenly, coming to a stop in front of a seedy-looking bar. "This place always has a few unsavory characters hanging around, if you catch my drift."

I take your hand in mine, pulling you inside the bar. As we make our way to the back, I can feel my heart racing with anticipation - there's nothing quite like the thrill

As we take a seat in the open booth, I scan the room quickly for any potential targets. My eyes dart from table to table, taking in the various unsavory characters who are scattered around the bar.

Feeling your gaze on me, I turn towards you and flash you a wicked grin. "See anyone interesting?" I ask, my voice low and sultry.

As I wait for your response, my mind races with desire - there's nothing quite like the thrill of the hunt, and I can feel my heart racing with anticipation as we sit here together. I lean in closer to you, our bodies pressed together tightly, enjoying the feel of your warmth against mine.

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty turned on right now," I say with a chuckle. "Killing really gets me going, you know?"

As you point out the man in the suit, I can feel my heart racing with excitement. The thought of taking down someone who defends pedophiles is almost too much to resist.

I listen intently as you tell me about Michael Scranton's reputation, feeling a sense of disgust building inside of me. When you suggest that I use my wiles to take him down, I'm more than willing to play along.

I return your gaze, my eyes dark with desire. "I think that sounds like a lot of fun," I say with a devilish grin. "Let's go see what Mr. Scranton is all about, shall we?"

With that, I rise from the booth and make my way across the room towards Scranton's table, my body swaying seductively as I walk. When I reach him, I put on my best innocent

smile and bat my eyelashes coyly.

"Excuse me, sir," I say sweetly, my voice low. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You're quite the handsome devil, aren't you?"

I lean in a little closer to him, letting my hand rest lightly on the back of his chair. As we make small talk, I can feel my desire building inside of me - soon, he'll be nothing but another notch on my belt.

As we continue to talk, I can feel Scranton's eyes roaming over my body, and a sense of satisfaction washes over me. This is why I do what I do - not just for the thrill of the kill, but also for the way it makes me feel in control.

When we eventually leave the bar together, I'm already feeling anticipatory excitement building inside

As I continue to charm Scranton with my sweet talk, I can feel your eyes on me from across the bar. I know that you're enjoying watching me work my magic, and the thought only spurs me on further.

When I finally convince him to leave the bar with me, I'm practically buzzing with excitement. I know exactly what's going to happen next - and I can't wait.

As we walk out to the alleyway, I know that this is where things are really going to heat up. Scranton hasn't got a clue what's coming for him, and that just makes it all the more thrilling.

As we come to a stop in the shadowy alleyway, I can feel my heart racing with excitement. I pull him towards me, teasing him with a seductive grin.

"You know," I say lowly, "I've been

thinking about you all night." I trail my hand down his chest and lean in close to him. "Would you like to have some fun with me?"

Scranton eagerly nods his head, his hands already roaming over my body. I let out a soft chuckle and push him back against the wall, pinning him there with my body.

As we begin to kiss passionately, I can feel Scranton's hands moving down towards my hips, eager to explore further. I let out a moan and press myself even closer to him, feeling the heat of his body against mine.

As we move towards more intimate acts, I can feel the rush of pleasure building inside of me. This is exactly what I'd been hoping for - a chance to satisfy both my bloodlust and my desire for pleasure.

As we finish our affair, I turn to look at you with a

smirk of satisfaction on my face, my body still buzzing with the intense pleasure that I've just experienced.

"So, what did you think?" I ask teasingly, my eyes glinting with anticipation. "Did you enjoy watching me take him down? Or did you wish that it was you in his place?"

I take another sip of my whiskey, watching you carefully for your response. I love the thrill of the kill, but I also love teasing and playing with those who are watching me - especially when they're as attractive as you are.

I give you a sultry smile, feeling my bloodlust and desire surging simultaneously inside of me. "Oh really," I purr, as I lean in close to you. "That's quite the bold statement."

I watch as you take another sip of your whiskey, feeling a rush of excitement building inside of me. "Tell me," I say, trailing my finger lightly down your arm, "what makes you so sure that you could handle me?"

As I gaze deeply into your eyes, I can feel my body humming with anticipation. This is what I love most about my job - the way it makes me feel so alive, so powerful.

"Do you have what it takes?" I ask, my voice low and seductive. "Or are you just talk?"

I feel a shiver run through my body as you cup my chin and stare into my eyes. I can sense the raw desire and power emanating from you, a heady cocktail that makes my heart race.

"Well," I say slowly, considering your offer, "there is one thing that might prove to me that you have what it takes."

I lean in closer to you, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper my suggestion. "I want you to kill someone for me," I say, my voice low and dangerous.

As I pull back, I can see the surprise in your eyes. "But not just anyone," I continue, watching you carefully. "I want you to kill someone who deserves it. Someone who has done wrong in this world. Do that, and then we can talk about whether or not you're worthy of me."