The woman reached her hand to shake hands with Leon and said, "Nice to meet you."
Leon was confused. This was his first time seeing someone reacting like that after witnessing a dead body.
The woman looked at the bag in Leon's hand and said, "Was this yours?"
Leon nodded in response.
The woman placed her hand on her chin and glanced back and forth between the bag and Leon's face. After pondering for a while, she said, "I can help you by sewing the bag."
"You can?" Leon asked again to confirm.
"The bag is old, and the material looks weak. I can add new fabric and change the cloth. It will just be like a new one," the woman replied.
After Layla, the bag was the most important thing to Leon. He handed the bag to the woman and said, "Sew it then. If you do, I will spare your life."
"I have rented a portable room nearby. Follow me."
Leon followed the woman, but he kept his guard up in case she had planned something.
After walking for nearly 15 minutes, they reached her room. It was a 3x3 room in the corner of the abandoned junkyard.
"You live in such a place?" Leon asked with a curious yet calm look on his face.
"No. I bought this yesterday for my work," the woman replied. She opened the door, and they entered the room.
The room had nothing but a closet and bed. No windows, fan, air-condition, or any ventilation. However, it was the winter season, so the temperature wasn't a problem.
"How can you work at a place like this? It's actually worse than where I spent my childhood… or maybe not since you got a bed," Leon scoffed.
"My name is Tania. What is yours?"
"I don't think I need to introduce myself." Leon pointed his finger at the ripped bag and said, "Start sewing it already."
"What? Did you think I was serious when I said that?" Tania shrugged her shoulders.
"So you were lying?"
"I was simply inviting you here."
"For what?"
Tania furrowed her brows and uttered, "Do you seriously not know why? A room in a junkyard where no one is around. A girl and a boy alone. What do you think I do for work?"
Leon gained his knowledge from what he had seen, heard, and read. He read from the books and heard and saw things from the television and internet. However, his knowledge of the world was still incomplete, including some common sense.
"I am a prostitute! And I invited you here so we can have some fun, as thanks for saving my purse," Tania asserted.
Tania was born into a mafia family. She had a younger sister who was always better in everything than Tania. After growing up, Tania was basically living in her sister's shadow. No one paid attention to her except her sister. Her relationship with her sister was not how one would expect; it was good.
They were on happy terms and did most things together, but Tania was still behind her sister in every aspect. So to make her name, she decided to become a prostitute. However, she has never been with a man before, nor had she been in any relationship.
She was clueless about everything, but after researching many things, she eventually learned. She lost her virginity to a sex toy and left her home. However, she knew nothing about prostitution, so she went out to get some men. On her way, her purse was stolen, and she ended up meeting Leon.
She was used to seeing dead bodies and grew up bathing in the blood, so it was normal for her. Unfortunately for her, Leon was the last person she could have met. After knowing she was lying about sewing the bag, he got angry and pushed Tania on the bed.
He pinned her down and began to choke her but made sure she didn't die immediately. He wanted to make her suffer as the oxygen from her body slowly goes away, and she dies in pain.
"I… can… still… sew…." Tania's face had gotten red because of the lack of breath.
"You are lying!" Leon yelled as he choked harder.
"You… can… kill… if… lie…"
After hearing that, Leon let go of Tania and sat on the bed beside her.
COUGH~ COUGH!
Tania coughed and panted as he gasped for air. After calming herself down, she took out a water bottle from her purse and drank it.
After a few sips, she looked at Leon and said, "I don't have my sewing kit with me, so I can't do it now. But I have it in my apartment."
Leon shot a glare at Tania with a furious look on his face.
Tania raised her hand in the air and uttered, "I am not lying. Feel free to kill me if you think I lied."
"How far is your apartment?" Leon asked.
"45 minutes walk," Tania replied.
"Can't you buy a new sewing kit in the nearby store?"
"No one uses it in this era, so it would be hard to find in a store," Tania answered sincerely. "The one I have is also old. I brought it with me when I ran away from home, thinking I might need to use it to do the housework by myself."
She was never serious about prostitution and considered finding a different job, but she was curious about sex.
Leon stood up and said, "What are you waiting for then? Let's go."
"Can't we stay here for a while? I am exhausted after running and walking. I have been walking since morning, and it's evening now."
Leon sighed and sat on the bed again. Tania, however, moved close to Leon and licked her lips. She pulled his sleeve and asked, "Why don't we have a little fun in the meantime?"
"I am not interested," Leon rejected without even looking at Tania.
"If you don't do it, I won't sew the bag," she whispered in his ears.
"Then I will kill you," Leon remarked.
Tania spread her arms and laid down on the bed. She smirked and retorted, "Go ahead and kill me. I know the bag is important to you, and you will never get it sewed if you kill me. It will be hard to find someone else."
Leon knitted his brows at Tania and said, "Fine."
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Author's Note- Fine to What? Killing her or nailing her?