The ding of the elevator caught both of our attention, and we walked in. He took out a key card and put it against the black box next to the floor buttons. The elevator immediately spoke, “Thank you, Mr. Rodriguez. Going to the penthouse suite.”
He bashfully smiled at me, and I caught myself wondering if he was just the face of the clan, the pretty boy they put in the community to keep people thinking positively because he was giving off this innocent vibe I was not prepared for. Usually, by now, they try to have me pinned against the wall or touch me inappropriately, but not this man. He had his hands behind him, clasped, waiting patiently.
When the door dinged open, he motioned for me to get out first, and I did. He followed quickly after and walked me to the end of the hallway to the single door at the end. I reminded myself that this guy was part of a ruthless family that sold drugs. I started to list all the things in the file that I read. They got children as young as eight to be hooked on drugs and then become mules for them. They use pregnant women as sorters so that they would always have the threat of them killing their child in the womb if they stole from them. They dabbled in a lot of other criminal activities that just supported the drugs they sold. They were evil, and the head of the snake needed to be cut.
He unlocked his door and held it open for me. “After you.” Still never touching me once. I should’ve known that it was all an act.
As soon as the door shut, he grabbed me by my hair and slammed me up against the door. One hand grabbed me by the throat while the other roamed my body like it was his. Like he owned it.
“As soon as I saw you across the room, I knew I wanted this pussy. Maybe even this ass, too, but I had to wait until there were no cameras, no evidence of how I’m going to ruin this body.” Yep. This was the man I read about, not the fake face he put on for people and cameras. “There was something that just called me to you that I have never felt before. I promised the family I wasn't going to do this tonight, but you’re just too delectable. Too much temptation for me to let go. They will understand.” I forced my body to relax, to remember my training and what my plans were for this guy. As soon as he felt the fight leave my body, he darkly chuckled. “Just give in to what I’m about to do to you. Then you might get out of this room alive…but not before you're left on the floor bleeding from all your holes in pain.”
He made the fatal mistake that they all do when I go limp and let them touch me. He let go of me, backed up, and barked for me to get on the bed. I looked up at him, excited about what was going to happen next.
“What the fuck are you smiling for, slut. Get on the bed, or I’m going to fucking take you in the most brutal way I can think of.” He even pointed to the bed like I was a child and would just follow instructions. Ha! Fat chance.
I started off slow, just humming a hypnotic tune. “You fucking whore. I’m going to…” I could feel the cold mist of the ocean flood the room, the subtle magic in the air lighting up my body. The smell of the sea and salt filled the room, and my heart started to ache like it always did when I used my magic. Marco’s eyes glazed over as he started to sway with the tune.
I walked up to him, slowly running a knuckle down the side of his face. “I'm not even using my full power, shit for brains. You wouldn't be able to handle my full song. It would probably melt your little itty bitty brain.” I smacked his head hard, harder than I should've, but I just really hated this guy. Bad guys should always just be bad guys, not good guys in disguise.
I was letting my feelings get into the mix, and I needed to remember this was just a job. Not some revenge plot. I backed up and looked at him, knowing he could hear me, but he was under my tune and didn't have any choice but to be a good boy.
“You know you made this all easier for me, right?” His dumb face was still slack, but his eyes caught mine. “You made sure not to touch me much when we walked out of the ballroom where all of the cameras were. We will just scrub me out of the video feed. Everyone will see that you were alone in the elevator, alone walking into your penthouse, and all alone when you took your life.” His eyes widened slightly, and his hand clenched, so I continued my humming until he relaxed completely.
I turned around to finally get a look at the room. It was a claustrophobic person's dream. The ceiling was high, so high that I bet they needed a special ladder just to get to the lights. The two longest sides of the room were glass from floor to ceiling, giving it the view like you were on top of the world. It was the whole floor, and I decided to explore, knowing that I needed to find something I could make a rope out of.
To the right, there was a full kitchen, with an island and a bar, and completely upgraded appliances fit for a master chef. There was a master room off to the side, a single king bed with floor-to-ceiling glass walls again.I swear, rich people and their god complexes.I went to the bed and stripped the sheet off and started twisting it tightly to make a makeshift rope as I walked back to my prisoner. “You see, there are three types of unalivers in my industry. We have assassins, killers, and spies. They all do the same thing.” I lifted my finger as I continued, “The only difference is the reasons why.”
I tied the knot, giving the loop a good tug before I continued, “Assassins, who usually do it for the money. They don't really have a caring bone in their body, so the job comes naturally to them, and they can make a living doing it. Killers get enjoyment from the kill. Whether it's the blood or the body or just taking a life, they gain pleasure from each kill. Spies do the same job as the other two, but they are doing it for a purpose. They have an organization behind them trying to do something for the betterment of the community as a whole.”
I looped the sheet rope around his head and adjusted it to make sure it was quite tight. “You don't really need to know which category I fall in, but I just wanted you to know that someone wanted you dead, and now they are going to get their wish.”
I hummed again, wanting to make sure he was under my spell, while I searched the rest of the suite for a good spot to do the hanging. I realized the whole place looked barely touched as I searched each room. The only place that it looked like he did something with was the gigantic bathroom. He had a couple of toiletries next to the sink, his towel was damp, and the glass shower walls had water stains.
I was about to leave the room when I looked up and saw what kind of shower it was. There were no ceiling fans anywhere, and I felt like a closet wouldn't be his style, but when I saw the rod iron piping that came out of the walls in the shower, combining in the center to a massive square showerhead, I knew this would be the perfect spot. It was pure luck that the hotel was trying to go for that modern industrial look, and it made for perfect hanging spots.
Heading back to my prey in the living room, I found him still standing there with a noose around his neck as he swayed to an invisible tune. I didn't feel bad in the slightest when I hummed and told him to pick up a chair from the kitchen and walk into the bathroom. With how he treated me just now, I was sure he did this to many other women, and I guessed that some of them died because they fought him.
I bit out the words for him to get into the shower, and he complied easily. Too easily. I wanted him to suffer, to be in pain, to feel the panic that all of his victims did.
It took me a few times, but I got the end of the sheet looped around one of the iron pipes. I told him to stand up on the chair, and he did while I tied the end at a length he would be able to if he was doing this himself.
Once everything was done and ready, I looked up at him, his eyes glazed, waiting for the last command to kick the chair away. This was what Ken meant by my kills being uneventful, unmessy for an assassin. My siren abilities made it so my victims did most of the leg work, and I was able to make most of them look like a suicide or blame it on someone else.
I still wanted that, but I also wanted to make him suffer a little bit. I pulled back on my tune, his eyes cleared, his nostrils flared, and he let out a roar of rage before looking at me.
Before I could hear a single word from him, I pointed to his neck and called on my royal powers over salt and water. At first, he was gagging and coughing until he realized he couldn't clear it. His eyes started to bulge as he began to claw at his throat. I was using just enough water and salt from his body to slowly choke him.
Then I pulled back to let him catch a single breath before I did it again. I saw the panic settle in after the third time, and he realized that I was going to kill him.
"This is just a pinch of the panic, pain, and suffering you have inflicted. It sucks to die this way, right? To be encased in fear and pain, knowing the inevitable, and yet not being able to stop it. It’s its own form of torture." I flicked my fingers for the last time to release the water.
He didn't talk, but I heard his broken sobs. The depressing realization that he was for sure going to die today, and it was going to be by torture.
I kicked the chair from underneath him and watched him struggle, watched him try to hold his neck up, watched as he attempted to pull himself up but wasn't able to. There was some satisfaction in watching him squirm, his face turn colors, and the life drain from his eyes. I stayed until I saw the last twitch of his foot and everything went still.He deserved much worse, but the job was done.
As soon as he was dead, I cleaned anything I touched, found my purse, and put my earpiece back in. "It's done. Do you have me covered if I leave out the door and down the elevator?"
"You know it. I have already scrubbed you going up when it happened, so I will do the same as you're leaving now. Just make sure you're leaving out the service entrance off the kitchen. This will corroborate the story we are going to spin for the police." Ken explained as I heard typing in the background.
