"Ah! I'm sorry. " the young man apologizes.
"Fuck, Mark, where the hell have you been? Charles has been looking for you." Pushing the cleaning trolley, "Room 79 needs a change in their bedsheets, so hurry up. "walking away leaving a mark in the service room.
Taking hold of the handle, he pushed the trolley containing white bed ware, out of the room. Stepping in the main corridor, he paused and positioned his tag that had Mark Reins written on it, safely pinned to his worker uniform.
As he pushed his trolley along, he exchanged polite pleasantries with some of his fellow workers, while merely walking by the others without stopping for a second to engage with them.
Reaching the floor where the room was located, he made to the room. Taking his black leather glove from his back pocket, he put them on.
Knock... Knock…..
As the door opened, a woman appeared, her wet hair dripping down her shoulders, her face questioning him with her eyes.
"Room service." He said with a polite voice.
Allowing him in, she closed the door. "The room is a mess and the bed sheets are dirty. Make use of the time. I have guests coming over. "
Mark looked around the messy room, clothes and bags were all over the room and the place reeks of alcohol. He walked to the curtains, pulling it up to allow in fresh air.
Lily looked at the room cleaner. "Since when did hoteliers work with leather gloves? How do you work with that?"
Taking the time to look up, he was able to observe the stars in the night sky. "Beautiful," he said.
"Excuse me." The man even looked more suspicious as the night light fell on his face.
"The stars, don't they look beautiful, shining so brightly? "He faced her, "And if the gloves are making you uncomfortable, I know how to use them very well." Slacking on the side of the glove.
Her phone vibrated, breaking her gaze for the man, she picked the phone call, "Yes Rachel".
"Mam they have only black coffee, and they are out of shortbread cookies."
"Fine, come back. " She hung up the call, to still find the man in the same position, "When are you getting started, am going to leave a bad review on the hotel site, and report you to your manager, if you don't start your work." she threatened him, she was already annoyed by his face, and now the coffee shop ran out of her regular treat.
"Am sure you would, I am going to make this fast. We don't have time on our side, and I don't want to add your assistant on the list. "Walking to her, having a killer vibe on him. "Try saying your last prayer. Hell would be happy to receive another soul."
He was not here to clean the room; They sent him to kill her. Running to the doorknob, it was locked. She could swear she only closed the door and did not lock it.
Twisting the knob over and over again, it did not open." Look how much do you want? I will triple the price the person offered to pay. "She offered, her knees turning weak, "Help! Someone help me! "
But her voice ended at the door. Not a peep coming out of the room. Taking a turn to the table, she took the fruit knife, having the basket on the floor.
"Don't come close," pointing the knife at him, the only available weapon to protect herself, "I won't hesitate to use," she lengthened her arm, gripping on the end of the knife, to see the man taking more steps.
Mark kept his attention on the woman, his head calculating the possible angle to get the woman without any blood on the floor. He moved to the bed taking a seat,"There's no need to be fierce," taking note of the security cameras positioned at the four ends of the, that's another problem, but there's nothing a mirror-mirror block can't fix.
Taking his own sweet time, to enjoy the fear written face of the woman, I guess adding one more person would be worth it. "You know I can make this as quickly as possible, and don't think that this thing can hurt me, it's just that I don't like seeing blood on my victims, no hard feeling should be carried to the afterlife. "
Lilly shuddered in fright. At this rate her heart might have jumped out of her chest, swallowing her saliva. The only possible exit was the balcony.
Jumping down equals the same death she was running away for, chances of survival zero. What was she going to do?. Then the answer came. She could stall him. Still, Rachel returns. Surely he will have to open the door. Yes, that was it. She will have to pass the time without getting killed.
He leaned his hands on the surface of the bed, to have her pull her guides up by his little movement. He smiled at her, "With all the money you have, you couldn't afford a five star hotel, I am so ashamed of you, maybe if it was a five star hotel, it might have been difficult to get in."
"Well, it's because of people like you that I book low class hotels, to avoid being targeted." She engaged with his conversation, buying herself more time, "So you don't work here. How did you get past the security? "
"Nice try, but congratulation to you because you are going to die here." Play time over, this was the most boring conversation he ever had with the person he was about to kill. Does she not know about self defense?
Mark had a savage gleam in his eye as he approached his next victim, watching her clutching on the knife tightly in her hand.
Flipping the knife from her hand, he grabbed her harshly by the hair,dragging her to the bathroom.
Lilly kicked and slapped him, but this only made the man angry, pulling her hair with more force, making her hiss in pain.
He turned on the water faculty, filing the bathtub with hot water. Once it got to his desired level, he gave her head a full long dip in the water, making sure not to hit her on the edge.
Her vision was blurry, gulping down the hot water, at the same time feeling the burn on her face, she struggled, but to no avail. Bubbles surfaced up on the water as the want entered her nose.
Mark freed his grip. Since there were no more struggles to come for her, the body fell lax, her breath slowing down. It did not take more than three minutes for her to die. He picked her on his shoulder, walking out, her wet hair leaving a trail of water on the floor.
She softly laid her on the bed, wiping the water from her burnt face, the flur sticking on her face. He pulled the blanket over the body, tucking her safely.
He whispered into her ear, "Sweet dreams, have a wonderful time there."
Leaving the room, with the trolley in his possession, his hands free from the gloves.
A woman walked past him and it was like the act was in slow motion, both eyes making contact. The person was no other than Rachel.
Now back in the storeroom, he pushed the cart to the side; he locked the door, and then he undressed, putting on his original outfit. He bent down, dragging an unconscious man from the closet, wearing the man with the outfit he wore before. He sat the man up, resting his body on the wall, both persons having splitting, resembles.
The person stood in a dark allele, when a car stopped in front. He entered the car, and the driver welcomed him, looking at him from the rearview mirror.
The person's appearance began to change as Mark took his original form, and that was of Rui…
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