It was what one might call a Любовь hate relationship.
She loved it!
But she hated it!
It felt good to let loose. She almost had no idea how much she'd been holding back.
Flesh to flesh
The force of it.
The Freedom.
It was like dancing with her own music, her own twist.
She never realized how much the blood didn't bother her.It was intoxicating.
She paused and took a deep breath, looking around herself. 10 henchmen, dead. Either beat bloody или full of holes.
And at the moment she had a gun to one man's head and a нож to another. Both were pathetically begging for mercy. It wasn't anything new to her.
But although she had stopped killing before, as a promise to Twan, she still never felt bad about doing this. To be honest with herself, which she really hated to be, she loved it. The adrenaline rush, the fight, the guns. All of it!
Soon all 12 men were dead.
A slow clap was heard behind her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip angrily. Now she remembered why she hated this so much. "Well done my dear! Well done. Now. If Ты please, remove Nikoli's head."
Mafia glared at him, " What!? Ты сказал(-а) Ты didn't know any of these men! Listen here! i'm doing you're damned dirty work! This should be enough!"
A cold iron hand smacked her to the floor, she grunted as she landed on her side roughly. "You will do as i say because that's what we agreed on, da?" Now remove the head!"
Mafia growled, "I should remove yours."as she stood back up.
Cold eyes glared at her, its best if Ты keep that mouth of yours shut. Do not forget what we can do to your friends. Now hurry up, I will be waiting outside."
Mafia looked down at the blonde man named Nikoli, she couldn't do this! Killing them was one thing, removing a head was another. She put her hand on her long dagger. But she had to. To know the truth.
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Mafia walked out, covered in liquid that matched her hair. Her nails carried skin and blood, and her clothes was covered in it. The smell of blood was nauseating! She held her arm out, her fingers twisted shakily on the man's hair. She looked away, she had seen enough.
A smile spread across the man's face, "хорошая девочка! Ты remind me of your mother, Cadmus. Could never look me in the eye after a kill." Mafia hissed angrily, her eyes glowing, "Dont Ты EVER compare me to her! She was a good woman! She had honor!"
The man laughed icily, "Honor? Well, Ангел мой, if thats what Ты want to believe. Ты weren't the only one who would do anything for the truth." she hissed at his emphasis on 'anything'. But his words made her wonder.
What would she do for the truth?
