Chapter 2: Taste Of Her Blade
Rina dragged in a satisfying whiff of smoke from the blunt and puffed it in the face of the man who was crying pathetically. No one would be able to recognize him this way, not because of how Rina had roughened him blue-black, but because of how pitiful he looked.
Unlike how powerful, collected and well put together he always appear on television and in the papers, he looked the complete opposite right now.
On his knees with his face swollen and his legs broken, he looked quite a sight, according to Rina who let out a snort before reaching forward to put out her blunt by pressing the burning edge into the forehead of the man, like she always does to all her kills.
Everyone usually assume Rina does that to leave a stamp, watermark or trademark, but to Rina, that was like a tribute to her parents who died in a fire.
Rina rose to her feet, already fed off with the shrill cries of the man whose crimes would make the Devil cower. Apart from being a total fraud who steals from the government and the poor, he was also a shameless pedophile.
She pulled out her dagger, enjoying how the man let out another shrill cry before kicking out his broken, bleeding feet. Rina rolled her eyes before stabbing her dagger in one of his legs.
"This one's for not putting up enough fight. I like when my preys put up a reasonable fight at least. You weak, pathetic fuck." Rina sneered into the screaming man's face.
She stabbed him in the other leg almost immediately. "And this one's for being ugly. You're so ugly to look at, I'm certain your wife pukes from disguist whenever you're done fucking her."
Then she stabbed him the third time, in the man's beating heart, locking eyes with him as the life slowly dimmed from his eyes as blood filled his mouth.
"And this one's for screaming so much, because now you're given me a headache." Rina scoffed before shoving the man backwards and watching as he fell against the couch in his sitting room, blood pooling underneath him.
She lit up another blunt and began to sway around to the loud music she had put on before starting to deal with her job for the night.
Her jobs were usually simple.
Go in. Kill. Leave no trace. Get out.
Rina was no savior. She didn't become an assassin because she wanted to make the world a better place. Rina didn't believe in bullshits like that, and she believed only a fool would ever think that way.
Rina only became an assassin because she loved to kill.
It always sent a hot thrill through her veins. What made it better was when her prey put up a good fight. It made the end result's feeling rival the rush of an orgasm, because of how thrilling and satisfying it always is.
As Rina wiped her dagger clean, she swayed along to the music some more before strapping the dagger to her thigh. Once she was done, she downed the rest of the alcohol which she had poured herself because she began torturing tonight's prey.
"Done for the day!" She mused audibly as she exited the scene, never looking back.
She was certain she'd wake up to news of her kill all over the Internet in the morning.
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As Rina got driven home by her driver, she wished the traffic wouldn't be this intense.
She couldn't wait to get home to her beautiful wife.
A kill ususlly left Rina feeling like she had gotten charged, and she preferred to fuck after killing, to get off that high which her job provided her.
Rina got married to her wife six months ago, and those months had been the best months of her life.
Rina didn't have a lot of happy memories since she was born. She also never let herself get involved in anything that isn't work related. Her parents made sure to instill that rule in her as soon as she was old enough to start training, at a young age of four.
Rina met her wife, Sara, on a working night. She had just completed a mission, which was to kill a man and his wife. After killing them, she encountered Sara, who had apparently watched the entire thing happen. Sara was a maid of theirs whom they always mistreated.
Rina was supposed to kill the pretty woman whose eyes reminded Rina of embers, and whose body was so curvy, it drove Rina crazy whenever she looked at it.
For the first time ever, Rina broke a rule her parents taught her, and she never regretted it. Sara made her so happy and it didn't take long for them to get married quietly.
When Rina looked through her phone, a shocked expression settled over her face on realizing that she was staring at a wedding announcement of her ex-girlfriend and her closest male friend.
Rina didn't care about the ex-girlfriend, it was never anything serious for Rina back then because she made sure to completely keep her heart and her secret life away from the brief period they constantly slept together. But, Rina still felt betrayed that her closest male friend would keep this detail away from her, to the extent that she had to see the wedding announcement on the internet.
As soon as the car pulled up in the compound of the large house Rina got after getting married to Sara, Rina alighted the car and headed towards the house.
She let herself into the house and came face to face to her beloved wife. Sara, getting fucked by her only brother, Dax.
Rina couldn't believe her eyes. Her innocent, dainty wife who had been completely inexperienced when Rina found her, was currently bouncing on Dax's cock while moaning loudly.
As soon as Dax noticed his sister's presence underneath Sara, he stiffened, mouth falling open. Wondering what was wrong, Sara threw a glance behind her and felt shock slam into her chest on sighting Rina at the doorway.
"R- rina?"
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