Natasha stood in front of a door in a dirty lane. She disgusted this place but she had made some words and to keep her honor she had to fulfill the promise she formulated.
She heaved a breath out, gathering her courage to knock on this nasty door. She closed her eyes and began to wack on the door as hard as she could.
"Which bastard did you invite again, you pig?"
Natasha rubbed her hand off the door and clenched her jaw. This person who insulted stung her nerves, pleading her daggers to itch his back.
She heard the door lock that clicked and the door groaned back. It was a fat man that his clothes were stained with huge blood drops. A sharp cleaver was among those thick fingers, his figure was twice than Natasha, or maybe further.
His beard was long and some hairs were about to droop down. Natasha was striving to get rid of the daze and twist in her head then her bowels.
