I waited exactly 5 minutes before making my way back to Bob.
I slid back into my seat and picked up my drink. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Bob watching me eagerly and I internally rolled my eyes.
I gulped it down and Bob smirked.
'Boy, if you don't stop smirking. That's my signature move not yours. Plus, I bet you're thinking your hot stuff since I drank the drugged drink. Bitch, you thought. I'm immune to poison. I'm not an S-Class assassin for nothing.'
After a few minutes, I faked passing out. Immediately, Bob picked my body up and carried me out of the nightclub.
He walked into an alleyway before dropping me to the ground.
'Ouch, that hurt bastard.' I thought.
Bob bent down to take off my pants and I sat up and head butted him.
"Fuck!" He screeched in pain as he fell backwards.
I got up and stepped on his balls with my booted feet.
"Ughh..." He groaned out in agony as I increased the pressure to his balls.
I took out my knife from my pocket and using my left hand, I grabbed the collar of his blue shirt and lifted him so that his back was now on the wall.
I held my knife to his throat using my right hand. His beady eyes looked at me in fear.
"W-w-hat do you want?" He gasped out, cutting his neck slightly in the process since my knife was so close to his thick neck.
He winced in pain from the knife.
"Your death." I replied calmly.
His eyes widened even further in absolute fear.
I would torture him but I was not feeling up for it today. I felt tired and I needed to sleep.
"Please! Have mercy!"
"Say hi to Satan for me. Oh, wait. You're speaking to him." I said with a devilish grin.
"Aaaah-!"
His scream was cut off short when I slit his throat. His lifeless body fell to the ground.
"That's what happens when you provoke the devil himself." I spat out venom.