Chapter 89: The Seven Slayers [2]
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[Warning 18+] Still contain a cruel scene. Not suitable for undearged.
15:20, City M.
An SUV just passed a sign that welcomed the driver to city M. Mr. Smith, the driver of the SUV exhaled heavily. He eventually had to meet this woman again. Annabel Malakov. They had a history together. A dark one. That history was one that finally ended the team,
The team had had fractures here and there, and was falling apart. It happened that their adultery was finally revealed by that hacker boy. Thus, his wife, one that always had tried to stick everyones together finally gave up. She also almost gave up on their marriage. He had to take a blame on Annabel's ability, telling to his wife that his mind was bended by that woman. Thankfully his wife believed him and Annabel.. well, she didn't say a word to defend herself.
Half an hour later, the SUV stopped in front of a small apartment. Only last year, Akira finally able to detect where Annabel lived, at this small and cheap apartment, in the sub-urban of city M. He had an urge to contact her, not to began another adultery of course, but to.. apologize to her. That's what least he could do. But his wife forbid him.
Once again, Mr. Smith sighed before went out his car. Luckily this cheap apartment still had elevator so he didn't have to torture his wounded legs to climb the stairs. Full of hesitant, he rang the door bell.
"Yes ?" A young woman, maybe in her early 20 opened the door.
"Is.. Is Ms. Malakov here ?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Have you made an appointment yet, Sir ?" she asked, popping a gum inside her mouth.
"No.. I am an old friend," Mr. Smith answered.
"I'm afraid she have a busy schedule, Sir," the young woman said to him.
"It's important," Mr. Smith urged.
"I'll take him," Suddenly a voice from inside the apartment was heard. The young woman opened the door wider to let Mr. smith came in. The man couldn't believe what he saw.
Annabel Malakov stood in front of a door, naked. Behind her, a totally naked man like didn't care about the world just kissing, touching, and rubbing himself all over her body. Annabel brought the man's face in front of hers and kissed him passionately.
"You will be served by Sheila this time. That will be fine, right, Tony ?" she hissed to the man.
The man pouted but nodded involuntarily.
"Good. I will give you extra time on your next session," Annabel hissed to him again. She then turned her gaze to the young woman, "Sheila, would you take care of him for me ?"
The young woman nodded. "Okay, Mom." She then approached the man and replacing Annabel's side. The man immediately attacked her with his kisses and touches while the young woman brought him inside the room.
Meanwhile, Annabel Malakov walked toward an armchair, grabbed a cheap silk robe that was draped there and put it on before sat on the arm chair.
"Please, be seated," She said to Mr. Smith.
Awkwardly, Mr. Smith approached her and sat on a love seat.
"Long time no see, Jordan," Annabel said with a smirk. "Did your lovely dovy wifey know you're here ? Don't you tell me that you got bore again with her and then blame it to my mind bending skill."
"N. No.. No.. she knew I am here," Mr. Smith answered in stammered. "Annabel.. I'm.. I'm sorry.." he said again in full of regret.
"I hope you have a happy marriage," Annabel said, ignoring his request of forgiveness.
"We.. we have," Mr. Smith said. "How.. how are you ?"
Annabel shrugged, "As you can see.. " She then threw her arm to her surrounding.
Mr. Smith gulped a dry throat. He couldn't found a proper respond for what he saw. The apartment was not poor, the furnitures were fine. It was just the smell in the air was almost unbearable, a mixture of sweat, saliva, sperm and vagina discharge that made the apartment barely bearable to be lived on.
"So.. you want me to go with you to your city, huh ?" Annabel asked unchantantly.
Mr. Smith gasped. He never got used to be read by this woman. "Y.. yes.."
"Why do you think I would be care for your son ?"
"Please, Annabel.. Have mercy on us..." Mr. Smith started pleading. He didn't need to tell her what happened. He believed she already knew it.
"Like your Evie had for me ?" Annabel mocked him, glancing her sight to her right arm that didn't have a hand. Eve decided to poison her as a punishment. The poison was started from Annabel's right index finger as one she used to touch the poison. The poison ate her flesh and bone so quickly as merely five minutes she already lost all her fingers. At that moment, Annabel had no choice but to chop her own hand to stop the poison being spread any further.
"Please.. you may hate us, but my son didn't do anything wrong to you," Mr. Smith pleaded again.
"Why ? So you three can live happily ever after again ?" Annabel asked. There were a vivid moans and groans from the room as a background as they had the conversation. "Do you like that sound, Jordan ?" Annabel suddenly asked him.
Mr. Smith shook his head.
"You lied. It turns you on, doesn't it ?" Annabel said. "Which of us are you imagining to be with right now, Jordan ?"
Mr. Smith closed his eyes and rubbed his hands nervously. "No one"
"It's her, doesn't it ?" Annabel laughed frantically. "You scum !! You wanna have sex with your own daughter!!" she laughed again, ignoring the shock on Mr. Smith's face.
"My daughter ?!?!"
Annabel was nodding without stopping to laugh. "She is your daughter.. hahaha.. don't you recognize your own daughter, Jordan ?"
Mr. Smith was stunned, making Annabel laughing even louder. The laughter only subsided two minutes later.
"Tell me Jordan.. why should I help you three be happy again when me and our daughter couldn't ?" Annabel asked him.
Mr. Smith looked at the woman deeply. "What do you want from me, Anna ? It is not my fault to not knowing her presence. You didn't tell me."
"If you knew, would it be any different ?"
"Yes !! You know I wanted a child and Eve had trouble having a child. If you told me.. I would.. I would ..."
"So you want the child.. not me.." Annabel said after clicking his tongue. "You've never loved me, haven't you ?"
Mr. Smith lowered his head. Annabel chuckled again. "I knew it," she said then sighed.
"I will legitimately admit that she is my daughter. How about that ?" Mr. Smith gave her an offer. Annabel laughed. "It might be a little late, but she still can live in a proper home, and inherits part of my wealth. She can live with us.."
"She is not your daughter," Annabel cut him. "I lied to you. She is not your daughter."
"What ?!"
"I was only testing you. She is only 21. Our thing ended 23 years ago," Annabel said then smiled sadly. "You didn't even remember it, did you ?"
Mr. Smith covered his face in frustration. "Please, Anna.. I would do what you ask me.."
Annabel shook her head slowly. "All I want.. is you to love me," she said sadly. "You can't give that, can you ? I can bend your mind, but i can't bend your feeling."
"Please, Anna.. please.."
Annabel smirked. "What are you afraid of anyway ? The kidnapper is just a guy. You are ex assassin expert.. both of you. How could you be bullied by him ?"
"Look.. he is not just a guy," Mr. smith hissed then took away a shawl that had been covering his neck this whole time. "I woke up with this and explosions on my legs. And.. and.."
Annabel gasped. "Johnson and Akira died ?" she asked.
Mr. Smith nodded. "He is a pro," Mr. Smith continued his words. "Now, I will plead you for the last time. I don't have much time left. I know, knowing how dangerous it is, you will even reluctant to come with me. But.. if you still love me, please... help me," Mr. Smith said then kissed her lips for a second. "Please..".
Annabel opened her eyes then sighed. "I hate my self for loving you," she said before stood from her seat. "Give me five minutes to get dress."
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Mr. Smith leaned his back on the wall beside Annabel Malakov's apartment door. He regretted his decision to quit smoking a month ago because now he really really needed it to reduce his anxiety. Before this, he had checked the aisle to find any suspicious thing to prevent something happened to Annabel, just like what happened to Akira. He had also reminded Annabel to not eat or drink anything.
"I'm ready," Annabel said while opening her apartment door.
Mr. Smith pulled himself away from the wall. Once Annabel was out from her apartment, Mr. Smith immediately walked beside her. His body covered half of her back. When they arrived in front of the elevator, Mr. Smith smashed Annabel's finger that was about to press the button. "Don't touch !"
Annabel rolled her eyes, but she obeyed him. Mr. Smith pressed the Down button with his car key.. He then pushed Annabel to lean on a wall and stood in front of her.
"I wonder if this could happen everyday," Annabel whispered teasingly but Mr. smith didn't butch. She travelled her finger through his jaw. "You look so sexy when you get tense and focus," she teased again.
"Stop joking around, Anna," he hissed, pulled her finger away from his jaw.
A ding sound notified them that the elevator had arrived.
"Stay here. I will check the elevator first," Mr. Smith said to her. He went inside the elevator. With his car key pressing the open button, he investigated the box.
After made sure nothing was suspicious, he turned his head to Annabel. "You can come in now," he said.
"Don't you want to escort me there ?" Annabel asked. Mr. smith rolled his eyes. Annabel giggled then walked toward the elevator while Mr. Smith kept pressing the Open button for her.
When Annabel was about to step her foot, suddenly something dropped from the ceiling.
"What's that ?" In curiosity, Annabel bent to see the object that had laid on the elevator floor, right in front the door.
"Don't .."
Before Mr. Smith could finish his words, suddenly, the elevator door was closed, smashed to be exact. Annabel scream in pain as her neck was wedged in between the gap of doors.
"Anna !!" Mr. Smith exclaimed in surprised. His finger pressed the Open button repeatedly.
"Open the door, Damn it !" Annabel yelled at him.
"I'm .. I'm trying !" Mr. Smith still tried to open the door by pressing the button few more times before he realized it didn't work. He quickly changed his strategy.
With both hands he tried to open the door manually. In his prime time, Mr. Smith was known as Snap Jordan, reached the top level of physical strength. He could easily snap someone's neck like a fresh baguette. Actually, he still could. But now, the door didn't move an inch.
"Help me, Jordan !" Annabel screamed in fear as suddenly they heard the elevator machine was started.
"Hang on, Anna.. Hang on!" Mr. Smith didn't give up, still trying to open the door. His clothes were now dampened with sweat.
The elevator was moving, and it was moving upward. "Jordaaan !!" Anna screamed. She had started to stand as the elevator got higher.
"Shit !" Mr. Smith cursed as he still gave all of his might to push the door. It is failed. the elevator lintel was getting smaller as the elevator getting higher.
"I'm sorry, Anna.. I'm sorry..."
"Jor..." Annabel couldn't finished her word.
Mr. Smith closed his eyes in time with the spread of Annabel's blood. He was jolted back, fell on his bottom as the door suddenly closed perfectly. He could feel something were rolling onto his feet. He opened his eyes. They were immediately bulged in horror as they stared directly at Annabel's opened eyes. The rolling thing was Annabel's head.
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