Stumbling down the street, it took me hours to make it back and cough out how bad the smell of that store was. I already was planning the demise of that man, but it would be in the most painful way that I could think of. I was going to make sure that no fucking next of kin would get a gold coin that I gave him. I did not care any longer; I could already feel my claws digging into him and eviscerating him.
I took deep breaths as I planned recovering, which took longer than I thought. I pushed aside a talk with Avery to recover and scrubbed myself three times. It felt like it was in everything that I existed in, and I hated it. Who the fuck would ever go into a store like that? How could he breathe in there?
No, I needed to think differently.
He was human, that was clear, and the reason that no one was in that shop was because this was a nation of species with sensitive noses. Having that many scents clashing at once would overwhelm me, who used to be human, let alone a succubus. Plus, Succubi like the smell of sweat and cum. Beast-kin liked the scent of others, and although I never really thought about it too much, I enjoyed the scent of others a little. It was them, and people I was around often had a unique smell that, if I paid attention, I could tell from others.
Finally, being able to breathe properly once more, I sighed in relief. It was amazing to be able to breathe fresh air inside my house. I sighed once more and breathed slowly, taking deep breaths. It was so good to be able to breathe. I could not stop repeating this in my head again and again.
"Now," I said, getting out of the bath after cleaning myself a half dozen times with our soap. I quickly got dressed and put on a cloak. I was not going to let this last longer than a night. I was going to finish this right now with prejudice.
The issue that I had to think about was whether it was okay to do it publicly or privately. It would be nice to eviscerate him and tear his innards out and skin him, leaving him out for the public to see what happens when you cross me. That also was extremely stupid, so I had to do it privately so that no one would know.
I would also need some form of gas mask, and I winced as I remembered the quickest way to do such was to urinate on a cloth and put it over your mouth. That was not ideal, but you also do what you have to do when it comes to a lethal amount of chemicals in a room.
Actually, the sale of the building would make a great cover for me.
Staging a robbery,
The gold would go missing, and I could take it back and satisfy my need to kill him. It was simple and perfect. However, I would have to make the gold exchange a bit more public than I would like.
I grabbed my gear and tapped my foot as I thought about what I should do and the potential outs. One of the issues I was still struggling to deal with in this life was the lack of law enforcement. It was so odd to me that I had not even seen anyone attempt to stop the criminal behavior. Without a reference to how they were investigating, I could one day stumble into something that would reveal me.
It was a pain in my ass.
Then again, I would prefer this system over the American FBI, which was usually good at invading people's rights. The number of times I would send my lawyers to subordinates' houses to coach idiots on what to say and do was too high.
I sighed and finished getting ready before walking out. I was not going to wait. I gave him time in person, but that was only because I could not think at the time. Now, I walked into the kitchen area that Kara was working in and cooking with a small smile on her face. She saw me, and I waved her off. I gathered something to make a makeshift gasmask and moved to get cloth from Stacy's supply.
It took me an hour to finish up a gas mask for all that fucking perfume. I did not need something perfect, just something to lower the potency of the smell assaulting my nostrils.
So, with a makeshift gas mask, I headed out of the brothel from the back, leaping over the fence to the place. The night was starting to fall, but the store seemed to still be open when I arrived, and the sun was setting behind the mountains. I waited and watched as the moon started to come up into the sky, and I saw the old man grumbling and looking annoyed, finally exiting his shop and closing it.
"Fuckin' no business again," The old man grumbled, "They have no idea what good smells are, fuckin' sex beasts. That one bitch that came in trying to buy the place looked like she could take some cock. I know I could make her cum on my massive cock. Like the whore she is," The man was grinning, walking down the road now, and I sneered as I listened to him. The objectives were only getting worse, and I could see his old man bulge in his trousers as he talked about me.
The looks of contempt from others were obvious, and I put on the gas mask as I saw the man turn into a house circle. It was a set of houses with a little gathering spot in the middle of them. It was a Gazebo where people could talk and sit and discuss. The townhouses surrounded the Gazebo, and it made for a cute little community. They were called town circles and tended to house twenty to fifty families in a small area.
I watched as the man went to a far one, and I walked up behind him, ensuring I did not make a noise. I watched as he pulled out a key and put it in the door, and I walked slightly faster as he pushed into his apartment or house. I grinned, and I followed him in as the old man grumbled and took off his cloak before turning around and meeting me.
His eyes widened as he noticed me for the first time, and the thump of my fist breaking his teeth made me happy. The man had no time to shout as I turned and closed the door to the apartment and locked the door. The smile under my gas mask did not end, and I saw the old man holding his face as blood poured from his mouth. He took his hand away, showing a large amount of decayed teeth that were now broken all over from my fist and bleeding.
"Yoush Bitcsh!" the man half shouted, and my foot met his face with carefully controlled strength. The man flew back and hit the floor, and I headed after him and wiped my foot on the floor, wiping off the blood.
"Fucking old piece of shit," I said, following him in, and I saw the fear on his face in the darkness. The moonlight showed through the window, and he stumbled back in fear, using his hands to push him away. "You are being robbed, you stupid fuck," I told him, and I could see his face drop and pale even more.
"Ish havsh nothinsh," The man slurred, "Nsh bushnessh," The man stumbled through his broken teeth.
"You have one thing of value that I want," I said with a grin, "Your business, I want the deed."
The man froze in alarm, "B- butsh!" He stumbled over, saying, but my foot landed heavily in his solar plexus with controlled strength, and for a moment, his body forgot how to breathe. He coughed after a couple of seconds, doubled over, and puked out the contents of his stomach, and I sneered.
"You will get your deed now," I said. My voice was cold as death, and the man looked up at me with the fear of god. "Or I will kill you right here, right now," I lied.
"Psh- pleasesh," The man cried with fat tears, making me wet, "Ish oversh heresh," The man said.
I followed him to the other small room, and he suddenly pulled up a wooden board from the floor, much to my surprise. Then he pulled out a rolled-up paper and held it up to me. I looked it over, and I grinned. I pulled out a formal paper that could be used for a contract, put it on the floor, squatted before him while taking the deed, and put down something for him to write with. "Sign here," I said, my voice cold.
The man crying did as I told him, and I looked at it and grinned before making him do it with three more blank sheets of paper, just in case. "Good, now," I kicked him in the face, pulled out a couple of copper and silver coins, and put them in the spot where he hid the deed. The man cried on the floor, half-conscious.
Now it was time to make this look like a robbery, and I grinned as I started tearing things out and taking shit that was worth something. The man had a bit of jewelry, and I tore apart his house, and he cried in the room. It took me only a minute to tear apart the room, but I started to hear people below start to get louder, questioning what was happening upstairs.
It was time to go, and I walked over to the crying old man.
"Pleash, I wosh shashy anysh thingsh," The man cried through broken teeth.
"Your right, you won't, because you were dead ever since you pissed me the fuck off," I told him.
His eyes widened, and he screamed, "HELPSH~!" With desperation, and this was the moment I was waiting for, my foot hit him in the throat, crushing his windpipe and breaking the bones in his neck. then I broke his leg and smashed his face one more time, ensuring it looked brutal. Then I rushed to the door, pushing things over as I went as I started to hear people moving above and below me. I broke the lock with my fist, and then I closed the door before smashing it open from the outside as people reached the stairs.
Leaping out the open stairs, I grabbed the edge of the townhouse and swung myself out as people started to shout. I then used energy to thrust myself up to the roof.
All in all, I was already leaping three roofs away before screams of horror started to erupt.
I hoped I made the right move when I did this, but I did not look back. Depending on the amount of heat, I would claim the building. If there was too much, I would not take it and find something else.
For now, I felt really refreshed as I leaped away, heading away to an inn to ensure there was no heat from my murder. It had been a long time since I just did a murder for the fuck of it.
It was fun, but I would never allow it to become a habit.
Anyways, why waste life when you can exploit it?
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