Assassins for Hire

Sira blinked her eyes a few times. The girl adjusted to the lighting in the room.

"Room? Where am I?" Sira wondered. She immediately got up and sat down. Staring around, the trauma instantly returned. Sira staggered back, the room was clearly similar to the room where Damian had kept her.

"There's no way I'm going back to Damian's house," Sira muttered warily. Damian's torture had traumatized Sira. The girl was very afraid of having to deal with Damian again.

Suddenly the door opened, a man in a neat suit appeared. The man was a little old but still looked fresh.

Sira immediately looked down, the person was clearly different from Damian. The girl again imagined that she would be tortured like before.

"I'm sorry. Have I done something wrong?" asked Sira still looking down. She did not dare to look at the man in front of her.

"No, no. I was a hitman ordered by Lisa." The man answered immediately. He observed Sira from top to bottom.

Sira trembled when she realized that the man in front of her was an assassin.

"Lisa? I just heard her name," Sira replied softly. She was definitely not familiar with a woman named Lisa.

"You're right. Lisa doesn't know you either. It's just that you had sex with Damian, that's what made her mad at you." The man in front of Sira explained. It was a little unbearable to see Sira's condition so poor.

Again because of Damian. Sira exhaled harshly, she was just a victim. It was all Damian's fault. Sira had no intention of flirting or seducing Damian, even just getting to know a billionaire like Damian had never occurred to Sira.

The girl got off the bed, she was now kneeling in front of the man who claimed to be a hitman.

"I'm sorry. But I wasn't flirting with Damian. I was even a victim, I was held captive and raped. There was absolutely no intention to make love to Damian. Please let me go." Sira trembled as she said it, whether the man in front of her believed it or not, but Sira still wanted to live. The girl had to take revenge on the people who had tortured her.

The man in front of her did not answer. He looked at Sira intently. The little girl looked very messed up. There were many scars and bruises on her body. But she was an assassin. Even Lisa had paid dearly for it.

"I don't suppose you're 20 years old yet?" asked the man in front of Sira. The girl quickly nodded.

"You're still very young. But already suffering like this," the man murmured a little pityingly.

"But you know my job, don't you?" the man continued in a cold voice. She realized that there was no way the hitman would let her go.

"I know that." Sira answered quietly. She still wanted to live. All this time Sira kept giving in. This time the girl was determined to get revenge.

"It doesn't matter. It seems like God loves me more. Maybe this way, I won't be tormented anymore," Sira muttered with a small smile.

The man heard Sira's words. He really couldn't bear to take the life of a little girl who was full of cuts and bruises from the torture she had received.

"Do you have any last requests?" The man asked again. He was actually stalling for time so that his decision would be solid and not wrong.

"Me?" said Sira, daring to look at the man in front of her.

"I want revenge," Sira continued in a confident voice. It was clear from her eyes that she had an aura of vengeance.

"Revenge?" the man in front of her was amazed. The little girl who was full of cuts and bruises was not as innocent as she thought.

"That's right. They should feel how painful I am in this world," Sira replied. Now the girl was neither trembling nor hesitating.

The assassin gave a small smile. She liked Sira's determination to get revenge, because all this time the hitman had also been sick of dealing with people who had a lot of money, with no regard for feelings. Moreover, Lisa, she was one of the cruelest women he had ever met.

"What if I let you go?" the hitman asked. Sira looked up bravely at the man in front of her.

"Really? You want to let me go? If that's the case, I'm very grateful." Sira knelt in front of the man, she begged for mercy to be released immediately.

"But..."

The hitman's sentence was not continued, Sira understood that perhaps the man in front of her was asking for a proper reward.

"You must want to ask for a reward. For now I don't have any, but I promise to pay you when I'm working and have enough money," Sira replied still downcast, the girl just hoped the hitman wouldn't laugh at her ridiculous statement.

The man in front of her shook his head, "No, I don't want your money. Maybe even if you work for a lifetime, it won't be enough to pay me," said the hitman.

Sira didn't dare speak, her mind telling her that the hitman wanted something else in return.

"Does he want my body?" she asked herself. The trauma of being raped by Damian the Billionaire, which had not yet healed, required Sira to make the right decision.

"Can I give this body to another man?" asked Sira again in her heart. The girl was now cowering in fear. Imagining again being raped by a stranger.

"Then? What should I do?" Sira dared to ask, she was still in a cowering position, her thin body and full of wounds made Sira look like a pitiful girl.

"I'll sell you," the hitman replied without hesitation. Instantly Sira looked up, the sentence was very ambiguous in her mind.

"Sell?" asked Sira to confirm.

"Yes, that's right. I'll sell you to one of my friends who runs a nightspot. They happen to be in need of a maid. I think you can work and make a living there," continued the man in front of Sira.

The girl was so happy to hear that, she smiled widely. The bad thoughts about the hitman were gone.

"Thank God. It turns out this man only wants me to be a servant," Sira muttered to herself.

"Good! I'll gladly work hard. I have experience being a maid before," said Sira still feeling happy.

"Then, I'll drop you off right now." The assassin turned around, Sira who was still cowering got up and followed where the man went.

They got into the car and the hitman started driving the car somewhere. Sira now only believed in the words of the man who was with her. It was the only way she could take revenge on those who had been evil and taken away her happiness.

During the trip, there was no conversation between Sira and the hitman. Sira was reluctant to ask first, she chose to remain silent until she reached her true destination.

"Soon we will arrive. I expect you to be obedient and easy to manage. The boss of the discotheque owner is a woman, I know her quite well." The assassin suddenly made a sound, Sira quickly looked over.

"I know, I'm very grateful to you. I'll make sure to be a very diligent employee," Sira replied with a smile on her face.

The assassin smiled back, albeit slightly. But Sira was quite happy, because even a hitman still had a conscience. Unlike Damian who had acted as he pleased and raped Sira. The girl was really vengeful.

They stopped at a very crowded place. It was right in the heart of the city. Sira was not familiar with the place.

"Is this the place," Sira muttered to herself. She didn't dare to ask more.

"Come down. This is the place," the man said, getting off first.

When she first got out of the car, the first sight she saw was the flow of beautiful women with sexy, seductive bodies. Sira was in disbelief.

"Am I going to work here? How can I work here with such an ugly body?" she muttered out loud.

"Take it easy. Sooner or later, you'll be like them," the hitman said at Sira's words.

The girl just nodded, hoping that in the future she could fit in with the others. Although Sira actually had no experience in serving a man.

"This is the woman I was talking about last night," the slayer said, speaking to a woman who was older than the others. Sira guessed it was the owner of the nightspot.

"Her?" The woman pointed at Sira, then laughed loudly. Sira had expected it.

"How could you bring a woman with such a skinny, malnourished body? Are you kidding me?" the woman said, finding it funny that Sira was so shabby and disheveled.