With my keen eyes, I keep watch of the tall beautiful mansion waiting patiently for my prey to come. I watch as he gets out of the White wolf car to open the gate with his card and gets back into the car to drive in. I take my eyes off the mansion and land them on the laptop I had on my lap. His gate man is off on a vacation too, something about going to send some days with his family.
After my research on my prey for about a week now, I know how tight his home security is but no security is ever too tight for me to get across. My fingers danced swiftly on the keys, its clattering sounds pleasant to my ears, hacking into his CCTV camera I watch his whole house from here. I watch him walk all the way up the stairs to his room to pull off his clothes then to study room to sit with his files. Making sure I had bypassed it and I'm replaying the same scene again, I put my mask on then step out of the car, heading inside.
It was almost too easy to get pass the gate with my carefully designed card as I head for the front door. I ring the bell twice and wait for him to come attend to it. I am not the type to sneak in through a door or window plus I made sure to severe his phone or internet connection so he will never be able to get away with it. Torture is one thing I love to do to my preys.
" Who are you?." He ask the minute he speak into the mic. I ignore him and ring again. " I ask who you are!." He yells angrily.
" Your doom." I scoff then wipe my card against his door, watching it open up.
His eyes get wide with fear the minute he sights me walking up to him. I watch him run, his tired short legs trying to carry the heavy weight of his big belly. The inside of the house is a beautiful sight to behold, all made of glass and expensive materials. The gold chandelier hanging down with some couple of artworks, ones that seems to be painted by very skilled artistes.
" Get out before I call the police." He threatens and I smirk.
I watch him run for the landline phone and pick it up, dialing a number. With nothing happening, he tries again and soon realizes how trapped he is. He throws the phone off and run for the kitchen. I follow him, not running but taking my time to watch him run out of breathe. Pulling the drawer open, he quickly picks up a table knife and points it directly at me.
" Who the hell are you?." He questions.
" Your karma." I say softly in my deep masculine voice and knock the knife from his hand, grabbing both arms to put behind his back, my left hand holding onto them. I bring out the White handkerchief from my pocket and place it over his mouth to keep him from screaming, totally ignoring his soft sobs of plea.
It knocks him out for a while and I tie him up. His clothes now off. I bend down in front of him and pull out my Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger, carving words on him, just like I do with every one of my preys. My left fingers doing its work. Being a southpaw is one thing that I do love about myself.
He screech in pain and pull his eyes open, murmuring against his covered mouth, the tape tight and firm. I watch as he struggle to get free from the wooden chair and ignore, excited with the sight of his blood oozing out.
Done, I get up and run my finger over the stained knife, dipping it into my mouth, running my tongue over. My nose taking in the smell of fresh blood, the odd satisfying smell of it as I breathe in the peace of him.
A smile break out on my face as I watch the bead of sweats break across his face. Bending down I mutter some words into his right ear, words that sent fear through him, that I know he isn't ready to hear. His eyes shoot out and he begin to struggle to free himself, mumbling some words I can't make out.
Pulling the stiletto knife out, I place it on the soft spot of his throat just below the junction of the jaw and neck, I thrust the knife through his throat against the tough bundles of neck cords and slash him swiftly. I watch his head fall forward before pushing the chair over to watch him land, his heavy body making a not too loud sound.
It's 2am after all and I am standing in the middle of his ten thousand dollars home, a place where he is staying alone for now due to his family's short trip to Greece. He would been there right now expect he had to come back due to a message he got from one Mr. Adams, something about a contract deal worth billions. It would have been a good and life changing opportunity for him only that I am that Mr. Adams.
I wipe the knife clean of his blood with the handkerchief and put it back into the long arm of my Black leather jacket then dip the handkerchief in my pocket before picking up the remaining wine in the glass cup and gulping down the last of it.
Rich taste.
I whisper to myself and place the cup back on the table before heading out of the mansion into the street, feeling the cold air against my face. It's winter, the coldest time of the year in the middle of January. I head back to the car I had left in the middle of the street, far from here and get in, driving off.
I pull off my Black hat and throw it on the bed the minute I enter into my small apartment. I head straight for the bathroom to pull my mask out. Letting the Black gloves off first then pulling out my knife to place it on the White pedestal sink. I then let the jacket fall off my body straight to the floor as I stare at my masculinity in the rectangular mirror. My eyes falling on this stranger staring right back at me, looking nothing that the innocent soul that I knew years ago. Dipping my fingers in my eyes, I squeal as I put them out, the contacts I had on. It isn't much pain for me since I have felt pain all my life.
Stepping away from the mirror, I step into the Acrylic tub surround and sit in its warm water, the one I let fall into it as I ruminate it all. His screams, the satisfying look of fear on his face, his heavy breath against my leather glove as he plea for mercy. One that he certainly didn't deserve.
Mercy isn't for people like him and I promse to be the karma for his lot