My mission

I still remember the pictures in his file. So far, It contains photos of 6 different women. All beaten, bloody, bruised, shocked, r*ped, humiliated, robbed of their freedom, and one robbed for her reason to live. I could not blame her either; I read their statements. He inserted them with different objects, one got her nipples burned off, and one had them cut off with a kitchen knife. One had over 17 stitches in her rear end; all this was documented. Pictured and written down, but he is still allowed to walk around as a free man.

Finally, a dark shadow walked up to the door I was watching. Searching his pocket, found a key and opened it before stepping inside, closing the door behind him. I smiled. I had so much planned for this night. This scumbag of a human is going to regret his life choices. I took a final deep breath and stepped out of the shadows.

I let myself out of the apartment three hours later, satisfied with my results. I can already picture tomorrow’s headlines!

‘Highly regarded politician found dead in his apartment.’

And somewhere in the text beneath, it would tell how he was found. How he had been accused of r*pe months ago, but nothing would stick. How he now accidentally killed himself while ma**urbating! I laughed!

’Found with a rope around his neck tied to the doorknob, five billiard balls up his rectum, masturbating to pictures of small children. The rope was too short, and he somehow hanged himself.’

I was good in my field, so I didn’t do much. He tied his own rope. I made him stuff his a*s with the balls. Well, if you look past the part where I got sick of his crying and whining with the first one, I helped him a little… and kicked it in while he was at it. He pulled down his pants by himself. I just pulled his legs while he was hanging in by the doorknob. I waited for him to stop kicking and fighting me, and then it was all over. It’s incredible that these stupid humans can be scared to do. I just needed to shift partially, and he was terrified. After he died, I put up the tiny revealing photos of young kids, but I made him watch the images from his file when he died. I wanted him to know why. I wanted him to know that no matter how much he begged and cried, it would not help. Like it did not help the woman he destroyed.

He stole their lives, their dignity, and I returned the favor. That was an easy job this time. Now I need to head back to the US. I have a job waiting but also a date. It’s time to get some distractions, I’ve had dreams again, and they always make me in a bad mood and sometimes a little reckless, and I can’t afford that with what I’m doing.

Before my next mission, I need a little release, and I know just the man to go to, but first. I need to burn these files and notify the poor old grandma that hired me. I may be cold and not able to love, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel for the poor woman. That didn’t. make me hate scumbags like this any less.

I was emotionally tired and in a bad mood. After the job was done, I went to my client. She wept for the loss of her precious granddaughter and then out of relief. The weight on her shoulders and mind was considerably lighter.

She wasn´t his first victim, far from it. However, she was his first victim to kill herself after his vicious attack. She was so young and left so broken that every piece of her body and soul felt violated. She could not bear it anymore. No matter how hard she tried and how much her family supported her, her body and mind could not heal. She never found a reason to keep on living.

The grandmother needed her revenge like it was sustenance for her life. I could understand this with the deepest depths of my dark soul. Revenge is always sweet; I’m not ashamed to admit I live and breathe for it. I provided justice for the young girl´s sufferings before she found peace in her death.

The bonus was making sure that another disgusting monster was off the streets. A few hours later, I sat on the plane and felt like one of those sardines in a can. The sweat and grime I could scent from the podgy human beside me infiltrated my nostrils, and I barely managed to keep myself from retching. He kept on wetting his lower lip and making disgusting approaches as I would ever even think of letting him touch me. In any way! It was apparent that NO was a foreign language for him. After a while, I leaned over him, my mouth right by his ear and my hand stroking his inner thigh.

As seductively as I could bring myself to be towards this human filth, I whispered,

” If you speak to me again, if you so much as look in my direction again, I’ll make sure that little wife of yours knows about your relationship with her sister, your minor neighbor girl, and that slutty colleague of yours. Wait for your life to shatter into tiny pieces. Watch you scramble to keep what you can of your dignity and former life before I come back and cut off your balls and feed them to the strays. “

I gave him the sweetest smile ever and leaned back in my seat. I never travel anywhere without checking my closest “traveling companions” or checking the list in case I can do a little dirty work on the side. I don´t just take the paid mission, but I constantly research my potential victims well. I won´t fall to their level, I won´t hurt or kill innocents, and those I deem fit to die to have to meet specific qualifications. Even the missions or targets I get from the council I would research properly before acting. It took the old fashion farts some time to accept this, and I didn’t jump at their command without questions, but after a couple of mistakes from their side, it’s now the new normal. They expect me to do the research, report to them, and then handle the situation. Just the way I wanted it.