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Arturito knew he shouldn’t have ever gotten involved with the Count’s plan. If only he had more sense, fuck! Now, panting and running through the murky alleys of the Duchess’s territory, not even the promised riches can raise his morale. Not like he’ll get it once he dies here anyway. And God does he hope he merely dies and not captured. He knows who she is, the one who has been playing with his desperate fear for the past few days already. An infamous mercenary, known for her twisted games and cruelty.
Tripping on a stray box near a heap of trash, Arturito tried to calm his breathing as he kneels on all fours. Frantically looking around, noting the darkness clinging onto the red bricks of the narrow alley, he panics even more as he realizes the lack of any moonlight anywhere nearby. His trousers long since painted brown and black from all the murk he rolled on in this chase, his white shirt drenched with sweat clings to his portly body as he stands back up.
“So. Where do you plan to go in such a rush to?” A cheery voice, undeniably female, suddenly echoed behind him. Fuck! Rapidly twisting around, Arturito begins to stammer out, “I-I didn’t do anything to her!” The woman slowly walks into his range of vision. Dark pants, combat boots, and an ironically bright yellow shirt greeted his sight as the woman raises her right brow, playfully twirling a knife in her left hand.
Staggering backwards at the woman’s continuous advance, Arturito’s heart pounds terribly fast for he knows her. Everyone in the community knows enough to fear her. “I swear! The Count forced us, surely you know how nobles work?!” His pitch rises with his fear, a stain growing by his crotch area as he stumbles onto the ground.
Killjoy’s sardonic smile was the last thing he sees before the knife hits his left eyeball. A loud scream was quickly cut off as a kick hit his face, her left foot immediately stepping on his throat to cut of any airflow. Clicking her tongue, “Next time,” Arturito grasped her foot, desperately trying to squirm away from the increasing force, “Be smarter, ja?” A laugh accompanies his choking coughs, “And stay away from my woman.” A crunch. Eyes rolling back, all struggles cease as the body lays limply on the filthy ground.
Giggling to herself, Killjoy thinks of how pleased her… employer would be.
“Done playing around, maus?” Hazel eyes immediately snaps to her left, locking onto prim waist high pantsuits before trailing up to tucked white shirt, lingering on those plump bosso- “My eyes are up here.” Acid green glares at her audacity, before flicking to the body still pinned beneath Killjoy’s boots.
“Duchess! Nice to see you here. Out for a walk, schlange?” Brightly grinning at the new arrival, Killjoy’s eyes drifts to the short, dark tresses of the Duchess. Always so silky, no imperfections in sight. I want to ruin it. Moving her boots off the body, Killjoy walks her way, approaching the scowling woman now staring up at her. “I wouldn’t be if only someone does their work faster”, emphasizing the word faster, Sabine, the Duchess of Dubrovnik crosses her arms beneath her breasts, clicking her tongue at the way it immediately drew the gaze of the other.
Killjoy, now in front of her, raises her arms to wrap around the older woman, shoving her face into those silky tresses and inhaling deeply. “Oh” Squeezing her arms tightly around Sabine, “Sorry!” A scoff answers her exclamation. “On the upside, I found out who sent them! Didn’t I do well, schlange?”
Stepping away from the embrace, Sabine ignores the way KJ pouted as she approaches the cooling corpse mere few steps away from them.
“Did you now?” Staring down at the miserable expression on the man’s face, frozen in fear, Sabine felt the corner of her mouth twitch up to a small smile. “Dead fool. Looks like a visit’s in order, maus.” Spinning on her heels, Sabine started walking her mansion’s way. “Come,” at her word, KJ’s snapped out of her stupor at seeing Sabine’s rare smile, scrambling after the older woman, “They’ll wish they begged us sooner.”
Damn.
KJ marvels at the woman’s… everything. I’m glad I took this job.