I'm walking down the street in my oversized jacket, feeling the pressure of my arousal through my pants. With a sigh of frustration, I glance down and realize it's noticeable.
I can't believe this is happening.
I don't want to sneak away to take care of this when I have a mission to complete. Sure, I might be feeling this way because of my Little Flower, but that doesn't mean my focus should shift from my task. My job always takes precedence over personal indulgences.
I can still recall the sensation of being barely inside her, and just the thought of it makes me twitch. I take a moment to clench my fists and center myself on the job ahead.
I make my way to my car and drive to the nightclub's location.
According to my leader, the club is called 'The Huntsmen.' It's notorious for being a hotspot for gangsters and government officials engaged in illicit activities for profit. It's also known for having incredibly attractive women. Cracking my neck, I steer left into the road, my veins subtly popping as I exert a bit of strength.
Buildings surround me, and groups of people are milling about. The city lights illuminate my path as I finally arrive at my destination.
I take in the sight of the large red building adorned with Chinese advertisements. There's a crowd outside dressed in expensive attire, and guards stand watch at the entrance.
"So this is the celebrated club. No wonder it's popular; there are plenty of affluent individuals here," I mutter as I park my car and grab the suit I purchased from the backseat.
I change into a gray tuxedo, adjusting my necktie before checking my reflection in the rearview mirror. I style my hair into a bun and express my gratitude that my pants are thick enough to conceal my arousal from everyone.
Stepping out of my car, I straighten my suit, walk to the line, and feign checking the time. The guards are checking IDs as they approach me.
The guards regard me with impassive faces, but I maintain my composure and present my ID, which is, of course, fake.
I pretend to be a wealthy CEO named Ran who owns several companies. They are gullible enough to let me in, and I keep up the charade as I enter.
Easy enough.
Once inside, the noise is overwhelming. I see strippers dancing provocatively, nearly exposing themselves as they entertain the patrons. It's quite the outrageous club. I have a penchant for killing, but I can't stand places where women are so openly objectified.
The expansive room is filled with flashing disco lights. Wealthy patrons are celebrating, drinking, and some are engaging in public displays of affection with the dancers, creating a cacophony of sounds. The music meshes with laughter and chatter, mixed with moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. This chaotic atmosphere seems to be the norm here.
And it's repulsive. I suppress the urge to vomit.
I scan the crowd, searching for the man described by my leader.
I'm looking for a man with a scar over one eye and a mole near his lower lip, accompanied by a group of friends—who I intend to eliminate as well. My fingers twitch in anticipation. I can't wait to complete my mission and return to my Little Flower to resume our interrupted intimacy.
At last, I see the man—my target for today's assignment. My leader was correct; he's surrounded by his friends. It seems he still requires protection. With a predatory smile, I approach him and casually wave.
He notices me and raises an eyebrow in confusion, while his friends tense up, hands hovering in their pockets. I can sense they're ready to draw their weapons if I make a wrong move.
"Hey there, my friend!" I greeted him with a cheerful facade, sprawling my arms out in an attempt to embrace him, but he stepped back, giving me a sharp look. "Who are you?" he growled in irritation, but I simply smiled. "I'm your best buddy, Ran~"
I could see the discontent on his face deepening. Clearly, he had never heard the name 'Ran,' and now he was growing more suspicious of me.
"I don't have a friend named Ran. Who the hell are you?" he replied coldly, and I noticed his companions subtly revealing their weapons from their pockets. I quickly raised my hands in a gesture of surrender and gasped at his harsh words.
"My apologies! I thought you were my best friend..." I sighed, slipping my hands into my pants pockets. "You looked just like him, and I was excited to see him, but I must have been mistaken." I murmured, keeping my gaze fixed on him.
To my surprise, his expression softened, and he chuckled, finding the whole thing rather amusing. He then signaled for his friends to lower their weapons as it seemed the situation was simply a misunderstanding. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but laugh at their foolishness.
"It's alright. I can relate to that," he said calmly, and I nodded, relieved that he grasped my words.
Feigning sincerity, I replied, "I'm glad to hear that."
"I'm Will," he finally introduced himself, and I smirked slightly at his friendliness. He extended his hand toward me.
Oh, Will, your amiability will soon be your downfall.
"I'm Ran," I responded with a cheerful tone, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake as I heard him laugh. It's fine to laugh, my friend. You'll soon be laughing for a different reason.
And I guarantee that.
"Oh, you're hilarious, Ran! You already told me your name!" he said between laughs, giving my shoulder a pat. I chuckled along with him, not wanting to embarrass him in front of his friends.
I felt a twinge of pity for him.
"Oh right, I did mention my name..." I chuckled softly and gently removed his hand from my shoulder.
In that moment, I engaged with Will and his friends, using my charm as they inquired about my fictitious three companies. I answered their questions effortlessly, even as they promoted their own business, looking to connect with mine. I understood their motives; they wanted to expand their network for financial gain.
It was like outmaneuvering the manipulator. But they wouldn't be able to manipulate me, as I was both the manipulator and the manipulated.
As we drank, I noticed that Will and his friends were becoming increasingly inebriated. It was nearly time for me to take out my target, so I knew to be patient. I had learned this lesson well since I started my life of killing at the age of ten. It's a long story I prefer not to delve into... for now.
"Will, you're clearly drunk..." I murmured, wrapping my arm around his waist to help him stand. His face was flushed with intoxication.
"I'm fine, brothaahh..." he slurred.
"No, you're not. Let me take you to the VIP room so you can rest." I frowned, feigning concern, and led him toward a private room where I could proceed with my plan.
His friends were too drunk, sprawled out on the couches, babbling nonsense I couldn't care less about.
Once Will and I were inside the room, I closed the door and locked it.
We certainly didn't want any low-class spectators.
I grabbed Will's shoulder, relishing the wince of pain it caused him, and I forced him down onto the bed. I untied my tie to get more comfortable, even with the air conditioning running.
"Whaaaattt! Leave me alone!" he whined like a child, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. Without saying a word, I straddled him and pulled out my pocket knife, hidden away until now.
His eyes widened in shock, and he started to squirm.
"What?! Let go! Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" he shouted at me, and I couldn't help but smirk, delighted by his reaction.
"I know exactly who you are, Will. You're a man with a family—two kids and a lovely wife. You've been the CEO of a well-known management firm."
Will gasped as he realized I was aware of his secrets. His hand clutched the bed sheet tightly, and he gritted his teeth. I rolled my eyes and leaned in closer to his ear.
"And you're secretly working with the individuals I'm searching for," I remarked in a voice that was both chilling and calm, my fingers digging into his chin. Will winced in pain.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" he shouted, prompting me to tighten my grip even further. His eyes reflected a mix of fear and anger. I merely chuckled and shook my head.
"Oh, but you do. Have you heard of the Mississippi twins?"
At the mention of their names, his eyes widened dramatically, as if they might pop out of his head.
Bingo.
"I-I don't know..." he stumbled over his words, averting his gaze, but I forcefully turned his head back to face me, hearing a crack.
I had broken one of his bones.
Screams of agony echoed around the room as I reveled in his suffering.
"So you do know, my friend," I taunted, though he only shivered beneath me. Raising an eyebrow, I tilted my head slightly and put on a sad pout. "It's perfectly normal to feel scared. Soon, that feeling will fade away." I gently patted his cheek with my other hand.
"You're insane! I thought we were friends!"
"Friends? Since when?" I mocked, brandishing a pocket knife and delicately tracing it along his jawline.
"Do you even recognize how cruel this world is, Will? You've done a lot of terrible things and yet you remain foolish."
My words hit him like a blade, inciting him to shout back and curse me, wishing for my demise, but I paid no mind—it felt like a child throwing a tantrum.
"You're a witch—AHHHHH!" I cut him off by pressing the knife against his jaw, blood trickling down his skin.
Beautiful.
So beautiful.
"Let's get to the point. Where are the Mississippi twins?" I inquired, and all I received in response was a whimper.
For heaven's sake, I still needed to deal with Little Flower, and yet this man was too stubborn and terrified to tell the truth.
"Tell me." I emphasized my words by pushing the knife deeper into his flesh, feeling it bite into him. He screamed in pain, his body writhing, but he couldn't escape because I was straddling him, using my weight to pin him down. "Still not going to answer?" I asked calmly, laughing softly.
"I'll push the knife even further," I murmured in a chilling promise. His eyes widened in fear, and he nodded, ready to give in.
"Alright! Alright! I'll tell you!"
I regarded him with a skeptical gaze.
"What should I be told?" His eyes glimmered with irritation as he sighed. "I'll share everything I know," he whispered. I pondered briefly and nodded, offering him a sweet smile, though beneath that veneer, I had every intention of killing him even if he revealed all.
"Go ahead, I'm listening," I said bluntly, leaning back, my knife still hovering close to his cheek, ready to strike if he dared to provoke me again.
"I don't know where the twins are. I only got involved with them because I received a message claiming they could assist me with my debts," he confessed earnestly, his eyes steady.
He wasn't lying.
"I took the invitation, unaware that I would be fulfilling all their demands in exchange for assistance in getting what they needed. The only reason I'm involved in this is for my family. Come on, you have to understand the struggle I'm facing."
I listened intently to his words. What are their intentions? What does he really mean? I can see that his actions stem from his love for his family, but I can't empathize with his suffering.
Because I lack compassion.
"What do you mean by 'fulfilling their demands'?" I asked bluntly, leaning in with a penetrating glare, warning that any deceit would have severe consequences. He recognized the seriousness of my expression, and it made him shudder as he nodded in compliance.
Smart choice, pest.
"They ordered me to sell drugs and take lives so they could feed..."
"Feed?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as my mind raced with possibilities. What could the leader want from the twins? The situation was becoming increasingly complicated. Will nodded and elaborated, "They're cannibals; they consume human flesh. But I swear, there are more layers to this! This is just what I've gathered. I haven't even seen the twins!" he admitted, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He hasn't seen their faces? How does he know about the twins then? Is it true that anyone connected to them remains unaware of their appearances? These men are deranged, and the complexity of it all only fuels my excitement. This is precisely why I enjoy my work.
"You haven't seen their faces?"
Will shook his head.
"No. When they contacted me, I was directed by their right-hand man to various deserted locations to relay their requests, which is what I did from there." He paused before adding, "Before I started, their right-hand man referred to them as the 'Mississippi twins.'"
I couldn't help but be intrigued by the twins. Clearly, they are not only clever but also meticulous. They promise to be formidable opponents in my long history of hunting.
"Is that everything?" I inquired, and he nodded again. My smirk broadened further. "Excellent. Now laugh for me." I said, raising my knife in preparation to strike. He instinctively tried to escape, but I pinned him down.
"I said, laugh." I shot him an irritated glare, and he had no choice but to nod shakily in agreement. Soon, his laughter filled the room, and I relished the mix of his fear and compliance.
I began my work, slashing his face while insisting he keep laughing. His pained laughter echoed as he struggled against my weight. I savored every moment of this gruesome art, realizing I could conduct a symphony of my own twisted talent.
"That's right, Will~ keep laughing~ let's create our own masterpiece together!" I exclaimed in sheer delight, reveling in his disfigured visage and skin torn like overripe avocados.
Minutes ticked by until his laughter faded. I gazed in amazement at him. He was remarkable. Even in his final moments, he continued to laugh. This man was pure artistry!
I then pulled his tongue from his mouth and sliced it, placing it in my pocket.
Gradually, I stood up and cleaned myself in the bathroom. Once finished, I left the room but paused to glance back at Will one last time.
"Goodnight, my friend. Sweet dreams."
The door clicked shut behind me, and I made my way out of the noisy club to my car. I leaned my head against the steering wheel, feeling the weight of what had just occurred.
So much had happened, and my mind struggled to process it all. Yet, even with the chaos inside, the unfolding situation felt increasingly intriguing, and I eagerly anticipated the next encounter and the chance to take another life.
Now, where were we? Oh yes.
My Little flower.