Burying the Past
As soon as Zerrick Ahn opened the door, he was dead. He just didn’t know it yet. “I take it you are my company this evening?”
“Indeed, Shadi,” she introduced, sliding her jacket off her shoulders. His gaze spoke to his approval, dark eyes tracing her voluptuous curves. The leather dress she wore clung to her figure, which had intended affect upon the client: to get him to drop his guard.
“A pleasure to meet you, Shadi,” he replied with lascivious smile. With his mousy features and beady eyes, his expression was more creepy than alluring, but that was probably why he had to pay for women like her. “Can I get you something? A drink, or maybe something stronger? I have some Merakuya honey, or Giggledust, or Inertia.”
The mention of Inertia ignited a thrill of craving in her. With a flirty smile, she hid the hunger, “Oh, no thank you, Mr. Ahn. I never indulge before my task is complete.” He nodded absently, and his grey eyes darkened in distant recognition of the phrase. Shaking his head, he chuckled.
“Well now, far be it from me to distract you from ‘completing your task.'” He led her through the penthouse suite, the massive windows offering a glorious view of the city below. Slick black furniture was stark against light-up white wall panels and tile, and hardly looked lived in at all. The bedroom wasn’t much different, dominated by the king-sized bed at the center, with matching black furniture and fixtures. She entered before him, and the lock clicked behind them.
One of his hands brushed her long blonde hair aside, and brushed his lips against her neck. “Did they tell you what I was looking for? Before they sent you?”
“Of course, sir. I understand you require a firm touch.” She unzipped her dress and let it fall away, puddling on the floor around her feet. Clad solely in tiny black panties, Zerrick’s appreciation was evident, pressed into the curve of her ass.
“Very nice,” he breathed, clammy hands caressing her curves. He palmed a breast, not quite capturing it in a single hand. His fingers left red marks on her fair skin as they dug in, and she responded with faked moans and sighs. “Let’s get started right away.”
He undressed, his lanky figure even skinnier without clothes. Feigned interest and excitement hid her disgust, but it would all be over soon. She crawled over his, into position, with hands pressed into his shoulder. Interring him between her thighs, she wrapped her hands around his neck, and began to squeeze. “Is this good, sir?”
“A little harder…please,” he demanded in between gasps, pushing his hips into her core. After a few moments of strained sighs and moans from her client, she spoke up again.
“Want to see something incredible?” she asked, flashing him the first real smile of the evening. She didn’t wait for an answer, “Look, no hands!” She giggled darkly, as an invisible force continued to strangle him. His eyed widened in terror and realization.
“And now I can do this.” She pulled the blonde wig off of her head, and a wild tangle of red curls spilled over her shoulders.
“Scarlet!” he managed to gasp out. The name drew hot hatred from her, which she channeled into choking him harder.
“That’s not my name! That’s the name you gave me when you turned me into your drug addled assassin,” she spat. “My name is Kaydia Voss.” No longer the light, playful voice of a high-end escort. Her voice was dark, like deep space.
“Tell me, Zerrick, how does it feel, dying at the hands of the assassin
you created? Is the hubris more painful than your lungs bursting?” she purred, and the invisible grip tightened over his windpipe. He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, not with his trachea constricted and crushed and his eyes bulged out of his head.
Kaydia got up and dressed without a word, replacing her blonde wig. Bottles and vials littered the bedside table, including an achingly familiar cloudy white one.
You have completed your task, Scarlet. You have earned your reward.
The dead man had said it, though not right now. Not this time, just dozens of times before now. Her mouth salivated, almost on cue. She picked up the vial, swirling the liquid. Even three years since she kicked her Inertia addiction, she craved it. One little taste, to celebrate her revenge. Hands shaking, she swallowed down the need, dropping the bottle on the floor and smashing beneath her heeled boot.
She walked out to her speeder, and sat in the cockpit for a moment, breathing deep, until the hatred and rage passed through her. She hit a button on the communications device and waiting for the click that assured her it was ready.
“It’s done.”
“Very good, Scarlet.” She flinched at the name. “We are ready to move into phase two. Your contact will be waiting for you at the rendezvous in twenty minutes.”
“I’ll be there,” Kaydia hailed, pulling her speeder into gear.
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