Bring It Back
10-17-2013, 03:29 AM
He wasn't sure why he was listening to what the woman had to say. He literally didn't give a fuck what she wanted or didn't want, but a part of him was curious as to what she had cooking up. He had nothing to loose, nothing to live for, and perhaps she could provide him with something to do. We would both set rules or conditions as to what the contract would contain; from there we would work our way up once agreeing upon something, a middle ground if you will. So he would get to tell her how he wanted things to play out, eh? Didn't sound too much of a stupid idea. Although the thought that she could control him was nearly amusing. Nearly. And then came her explanation. I clearly lack the bodily means to severely harm someone; you have the right kind of build to kill if not severely injure another. In a sense you would harm others for me or perhaps act as a guard that would do what I ask of them. She wanted an on call murderer; an assassin of sorts, perhaps even a bodyguard. Did she not already have one in the pack that she was from? He wasn't blind; she was a good specimen and if he hadn't been in the phase that he was in, he would've fucked her already. But he wanted blood, not sex. And it sounded like he would get that from her. Personal killing machine, is that it? A cruel smirk would twist his bloodied features. She wanted an on call killer. How cute. If I were to agree, then I shall expect nothing in return. You ask to kill, I can kill. But nothing more than that. I am not your slave, or your friend. Perhaps a lover at some point, but only if I feel like it. I will stick around the area you reside in, but don't expect me to become your lap dog. He had nothing better to do and it was a job to do what he loved doing the most; killing. It couldn't get any better than that. Talk like this |