Zoey’s sharp eyes, trained to pick up the smallest details from a distance, imdiately locked onto the horrifying abnormality as her consciousness returned. The world outside the window was utterly silent—too silent. There was no wind, no rustling leaves, not even the sound of nocturnal insects.
Then her gaze fell on her comrades below. They were frozen perfectly, like wax statues, completely still. As her eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight, she saw it: the dark crimson glint on each of their chests, the gaping holes that confird the worst.
And in front of her, I, the only other person moving, was the architect of it all.
"I-Impossible..." she choked out, her naked body trembling violently. "What... what did you do?"
I crouched down, bringing myself to her eye level, my gaze cold and predatory. "You’re a smart woman. You’ve seen it all. Now, guess what happens to you?"
Zoey drew a sharp breath. Her mind raced. ’Did he... did he stop ti? That’s impossible! It makes no sense for soone to have power like that! And our client said he was just useless trash! This is a disaster!’ A deep, chilling fear enveloped her, colder than the concrete beneath her naked skin.
"P-Please..." she stamred, her voice shaking. Tears began pooling in her beautiful eyes. "I... I’m sorry! I was just following orders! Please, don’t kill ! I’m begging you! Please!"
I raised an eyebrow, unmoved.
"Does it make sense for to spare soone who has nearly succeeded in killing twice?"
Hearing my words, her desperation peaked. She crawled closer, hands vainly trying to cover her breasts, tears now streaming down her face.
"Please! I have a daughter! She’s only six! Her na is Lily! It’s just the two of us... My husband died in the line of duty last year! If I die, she’ll be an orphan, with no one to care for her! She’ll starve or be sold to a slaver syndicate!" Her sobs grew louder, her body wracked with uncontrollable shivers.
"I’ll do anything! Anything! I’ll be your servant, your spy, your assassin! I’ll leave this profession, I swear! Please, have rcy on my child! Let live for her!"
I listened to her desperate rambling calmly. When she finally slumped down, reduced to weak sobs, I asked in a flat voice, "Really? Anything?"
Seeing a glimr of hope, Zoey nodded rapidly, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and terror. "Yes! Yes, anything! I promise! I’ll be obedient!"
"Fine," I said curtly.
Suddenly, I lunged forward, capturing her lips in a rough, claiming kiss. My hands groped her breasts harshly before roaming her naked body, exploring every curve. When my fingers reached her pussy, I activated [Lustful Touch].
[Zoey’s Sexual Arousal increased to 11 ( 7)]
[Zoey’s Sexual Arousal increased to 14 ( 3)]
[...]
At first, Zoey was rigid, pushing weakly against my chest with her hands, eyes wide with shock. But under the influence of my skill, her resistance slowly lted away. To her horror, she realized her body was beginning to respond, a strange warmth spreading from where I touched.
She couldn’t fight it. She was too weak. In despair, she surrendered, and soft moans began to escape her lips. Her body started to arch into my touch, especially as my fingers parted her folds and began to play with her expertly.
"Nnngh... ahh... p-please..." she whimpered, but this ti her tone was different, mixed with gasps. "I... I’ll do anything... just please don’t kill ... I promise I’ll satisfy you..."
I pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a mocking gaze. "Aren’t you the one enjoying this, darling? Look at you, you’re soaking wet."
Zoey felt a burning sha, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure coursing through her. "I... I’ll do anything... please... consider... not killing after you’re done..." she pleaded again, her voice hoarse.
I stopped touching her. "Then show how much you want to live."
Zoey understood the cue. Trembling, she sat up, her eyes avoiding mine. With shaky hands, she undid the buttons of my pants. When my thick, hard cock sprang out, her eyes widened briefly in hesitation.
But the mory of her daughter gave her courage. With a heavy breath, she leaned forward and began licking the tip with a trembling tongue, comncing her desperate bid for survival.
Inside Zoey’s mind, chaos reigned. The situation was utterly insane, utterly disgusting. Her comrades—people who were just breathing, sharing jokes and plans—were now lifeless statues with gaping wounds in their chests, killed by the man in front of her.
And now... here she was, completely naked, kneeling on the dusty floor, with her target’s—no, her executioner’s—cock in her mouth. Sha, disgust, and betrayal burned within her, mingling with the saliva coating the hard shaft in her mouth.
I, aware of the dwindling ti left in [Ti Stop], grew impatient.
"Don’t just play with the tip," I growled, my hand gripping her hair and forcing her head forward. "Take it all. I want to feel your throat."
"Mmmppggh! Glek!" Zoey jolted, her eyes bulging as the head of my large cock pushed deeper, hitting the sensitive roof of her mouth before sliding into her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in instantly, but I held her in place.
She coughed and sputtered, her body shaking, but the mory of her daughter, Lily, gave her strength. With a muffled groan, she tried to calm herself, letting her throat muscles adapt. Slowly, laboriously, she managed to swallow almost my entire length, until her nose was pressed against my skin. Her hot, short breaths washed over .
"Good girl," I praised sarcastically, starting to move my hips slowly, feeling the tight clench of her throat. "Now, while you do your job, answer my questions. How many of you were there? Are you all one group? Who else is after ? And who hired you?"
Zoey tried to pull back to answer, but my hand held her head firmly in place.
"Answer with this still in your mouth," I commanded in a low voice.
’You sadistic, perverted bastard!’ Zoey cursed inwardly. But she had no choice. With my cock still buried deep in her throat, she tried to speak, her voice distorted, muffled, and interspersed with gags.
"Kkhmm... there were... eighteen... of us..." she mumbled, each word making her throat vibrate around my shaft. "We are... one... group... just... us... The client... don’t know... we just... get orders... from a handler..."
"Hmm," I grunted.
So, aside from this woman, the only other one left alive was the archer who had attacked earlier. And I knew exactly where he was hiding—on the warehouse roof across the street, still frozen in his firing stance.
A cruel smile spread across my lips.
I finally pulled my wet cock from her mouth, leaving her coughing and gasping for air.
"Alright, Zoey. Now, let’s play a ga," I said, my voice full of a terrifying promise.
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