Jake's eyes opened to a small white room. The light had just started peeking its head out, sending rays down open the large man spread over the small bed. Today was the day that after months of planning, he finally was going to remove a big named business man from this world. You see, Jake is what people call a contract killer, or a hitman. What ever fits your taste but they both mean the same thing, they get paid to kill someone. Usually hired by big underworld mob bosses or small town guys who are over their heads. Jake grabbed a milk carton from the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk as he went over the plan is his head. He knew that this was his one and only chance to get the hit, for this was the one and only vulnerable time. It had been hard work bribing people for information and days upon days of surveillance. He had to get every single detail right, for Jake was the best of the best at what he did and he wasn't going to let a business man get in the way of his reputation. He had not yet shot a single bullet that did not meet its mark. Had not yet slit the wrong throat and had not yet failed a contract. Jake walked down the barren hallway, down the stairs and out of the run down motel onto the streets of New York City. A cool chilly wind blew against his bold head and muscular body as he strolled down the street searching the streets for the car, a guy had let him borrow for some money. It was the perfect time of car for him. A blacked out, tinted Mazda rx8. Not to great that it stands out in the city and it's tinted windows made sure nosy people didn't see who was driving the car as it drove by them. Once he had reached the ...To be continued
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Ahh finally i am done with those bloody house guests and can get some peace and quiet" thought the Butler as he walked up the stairs. As he reached his room, he found the door ajar and was instantly on guard, wondering who was trespassing. Like a cat on the prowl, he slowly entered the room, eyes darting from the bathroom to the closet, wondering where the trespasser was. As he reached the bathroom door and went to open it he felt a searing pain in the back of his head. "aghhh" screamed the Butler as he fell to the floor. The man behind the butler gave an evil scream. " It's time to die Butler. There is no more need for you in my house of death."
Then it went black.
"Wakey Wakey little Butler" said the murderer with a creepy laugh. Welcome to my dungeon. This will be your hell on Earth and I'm going to give you a warm welcoming!" At this news, the Butler was terrified at what was to happen as the room, was full of sharp weapons and there was no escape as he was strapped tight to a steel chair.
The killer grabbed a sharp steel blade from a selection of torture tools and advanced upon his prey. His face was that of a serial killer, frightening to the core. As he slowly walked back to his prey, the Butler frantically looked around for any way out. He was trapped with nowhere to go...Nowhere to hide. The murderer finally reached the Butler and with the blade, slowly cut off his fingernails, sending the Butler into excruciating pain, but somehow, he managed to not pass out. The mad man laughed at the bloodied fingers of his Butler and with his free hand grabbed each finger, one by one, breaking them, sending the Butler into intense agony and passing out.
Oh but the killer was not done yet. He loved watching his victim thrash around in agony as blood poured from there wounds, making them weaker and weaker. So he waited until the Butler gained conscious and once seeing his prey's eyes weakly flicker open he went at the Butlers toes, breaking each one and laughing like a maniac as his victim writhed in agony.
The murderer still wasnt done yet though. He knew he could still hurt his victim more and demised his next evil plan of torture.
The butler's eyes shot open to searing pain as the killer poured boiling hot water over the Butlers head. "agggghhhhh" screamed the Butler in agony. He knew he didn't have much longer to live and cried as he knew his end was near.
The Killer loves seeing his preys cry, it brings great joy to him, seeing them cry for mercy as he ends their life. But this time, he felt like ending it fast, for this man had been loyal to him for a quite awhile. So he walked over to his selection of torture items and grabbed his black glock pistol. He loaded in a bullet and walked over to the butler. Looking upon his victims burnt face, blistered all over with tears pouring down the cheeks. He aimed at the head and pulled the trigger.
I was playing a fastings game and I backstabbed a guy in it. He went on a full out rage about how I backstabbed him in a fastings? I mean yeah I understand why he is sad. But that is no reason to go full gorilla on me over a little thing like that. Like come on, it is just a fastings. :/
For Mature audiences only. Oh and maybe if you have a weak stomach, not the best idea to read further. :/