"But really," Larrison began, his hand snaking underneath her chin, "What was killing them? It was Juliet's duty to get rid of them in unsuspecting ways, but they were always dead before it was even time to execute our plan, and it is all thanks to you. But how?" His eyes roamed her body, "Is that pussy really cursed?"
Latya grinned. "Why don't you untie me and find out?" His smile dropped, and she added, "Or don't untie me. I can work with that."
She just needed him close enough. All those fighting techniques that she had learnt from Big Ben couldn't possibly go to waste if she had him between her legs, or close enough. There were many ways to kill a man, a thousand ways to hold him hostage, and most of her tricks always worked when their minds were hazy with lust.
She just wanted to get the fuck out of here! If Big Ben were alive, he would have been here already, like when he found her when she had gone to see that 'witch'. But he wasn't here yet.
FUCK!
Focus, Tya!
"The rest may have been foolish, but I am not. You can keep your cursed pussy."
He took a step back, and she laughed. "Come on, don't tell me that you are a scary little boy who believes in curses and magic."
Larrison chuckled. "I just think you have a deadly sexually transmitted disease that has not been discovered yet. I had my doctors check, and they found nothing. What kind of virus is in you, Latya?"
Had his doctors check her? In fact, that didn't come as a surprise to Latya. Juliet had accompanied her to most of her doctors' appointments, and now, knowing what she knew about her, Latya was certain that some of those doctors were certainly living on Larrison's paycheck.
Fuck them all!
The thought of her being infected with a virus was not new; six of her husbands had made her go through various check-ups, and for everything, the result had come back negative. In fact, she was perfectly healthy.
Latya had been more than eager to do the check-ups when her third and fourth husbands had asked; in fact, she had individually taken the medical route before they did. That was because she was terrified that what was killing them would consume her and kill her eventually, since she was certainly the problem.
That was until she saw the shadow, that embodiment of darkness that moved stealthily through the walls. It was something out of a nightmare, and it had moved too fast for her to see it completely. What did it want with her? Why was it going after her? Did the closer time rate at which he killed her husbands have any significance?
She had so many questions, and she knew that if she had gone to a therapist, they would eventually conclude that she was mad and find a way to taint her with the murder of her husband. So she had linked up with a witch of the dark web. That bitch had the audacity to make her put her hand on a globe, scam her of 50 million Teros, drug her and then caged her to ship her off as a trafficking good and worse of all… paint her face with worthless chalks!
Her face! Worthless chalks!
21 year old Latya fucked up for bring that foolish.
Never again!
Watching Big Ben shoot her between her brows, though, had been so satisfying. A satisfaction that had been ruined by a puzzling question. Had she seen the shadow on that day? It seemed she did. It seemed that it had been there before Ben Ben showed up. But a lot had happened that day, and her terrified mind could just have been playing tricks on her.
Ah, she wondered which one would kill her first. The shadow or her tumor. In fact, it could be a little game. She laughed audibly, cutting off Larrison from whatever he was saying that she wasn't paying attention to.
"You prefer getting burnt in a furnace, I see."
Oh, so he had been talking about the different ways to kill her.
"As long as you carve out my face and preserve it, also don't get blood on my jewelry, they are quarter as expensive as my face." She winked at him. "But will you kill me first, right?"
"Of course, Darling. I am not that cruel." He folded his arms as if he were thinking, then he snapped his fingers. "A bullet through the head? It is most convenient."
"And messy." She twisted her hand in the bondage they were in. "Don't be silly, Larrison. That would ruin my face, remember. My face is the real deal here."
"Oh yes. One of my scientists is working on something. It will put you right to sleep, then you will die beautifully. The chopping is to make you a good size for the furnace, but that is not until we carve out your face. Not what I would usually do, but I can make some exceptions for my wife."
"Awwn, you are so sweet." She gave him a tight smile.
Larrison smiled. "God, we would have made such a great couple, and good parents to Juliet."
"Does she agree?" Latya turned her attention to where Juliet had been standing, but she was long gone.
"She doesn't have to. I know I'm damn right!" He fired his bullet into something out of Latya's sight, and the air filled with the sound of the bullet and the glass crashing to the floor.
Wow, Larrison was deranged! Latya's heart raced. Deranged, she was used to. But agile enough to carry out his insanity? Could this get any worse?
"I know, right?" She laughed, and he joined in.
"Unfortunately—"
"Yeah, right, I know. How about you untie me, and we get to play house a little. I'm good with my tongue." She said her voice low and enticing, then he leaned lower towards her, as he trailed her hand with the tip of his gun to the point where she had been bonded to the bed. His eyes found hers, and for a moment, he went still, his eyes darkening with lust.
Latya smiled.
That was it; they always did that, falling recklessly into her charms.
His lips were demanding against hers, like a desire he couldn't contain was taking possession of him. He pulled away, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes still fixed on her like he just couldn't look away.
"Untie me, Larrison. Please," she begged in a feverish whisper, and he stopped as if contemplating. "I promise I will make you feel so good."
"You better fucking do that," he said with a grunt as he let go of his guns and reached for her bondage with a knife that he had snagged out his pocket. He was quick with the knife, and before she knew it, she was free. He pulled her close, his lips upon hers as his hands tried to free her from her clothes.
Her hands were roaming too, but not on his body. At her first touch of the cold metal, her heart soared. She pressed the gun against his head, and before he could react, she fired.
Latya watched him fall back with surprise.
The gun was loaded and he had left it within her reach, he was fucking stupid!
Juliet rushed in immediately, and Latya stood up, while Juliet's horrid gaze was fixed on the body of her dead father. "We are even now, let's run away together and forget this—"
"You bitch!" Juliet raised her gun, but she never got a chance to fire, a bullet went straight through her hair and fell back, eyes opened, and dead.
The sound of the gunshots had attracted all the guards by this time, and before Latya could even blink, they rushed in their guns raised and without hesitation, they open fire.
Fuck, thus was going to ruin her face.
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((With how much skincare is in this economy, I honestly get Latya. Prioritize your face over your life? You go, Girl. Anything you say, Queen.))