She vanished just as the year ended, carrying in her arms the only person she ever loved, and a hole in her chest from which all the love she had put into was falling out.
Asami truly disliked London. She hated the weather, always grey, the food, that always made her sick, and its unbearable multiculturalism that it was ruining the nation disguised as false progressivism, but it was the only place she truly knew, since she was brought by a careless mother at the age of fifteen from her native Japan.
She felt victim of a prostitution network leaded by a gang of evil Pakistan men, but she was brave and wild by nature and found her way out from those evil men by killing them with her bare hands,
After that, she was a vulnerable girl with nowhere to go and her hands stained in blood, an easy prey for other gangs that operated in the city.
She was rapidly abducted by a gang with different intentions, she was trained and instructed in the art of killing, and she became very skillful on taking people´s lives. She was devoted to her craft because it was the only thing she knew, her only way to make a living,
At 20 years of age, there was nothing in her life that could have foreshadowed a different course in her existence. She had lost all trust in mankind and was lonely by choice. All the men that had approached her hided dark intentions, and that distrust had turned her into a ruthless killing machine.
Her last assignment occurred in the mid of December of 2024, for her, it was another day at the office, She disliked the club culture, she disliked big crowds and modern loud music, her taste was refined for someone who lacked on feelings, but she was at pretending and faking sentiments that she didn´t really know about.
At that club in downtown, she was becoming the sensation on the dance floor, grooving and shaking her body as the party animal she wasn´t. She was doing working to attract her prey´s attention. She got paid to kill him, no questions asked, once the money was on her bank account, the target was dead.
The target that night, was a Moroccan on his thirties. She was dancing around him attracting his attention. The man, who was known as a womanizer fell immediately on the bait. Asami approached him and danced around him. A sensual dance that was the beginning of his agony.
The sensual dance led to some furtive kisses on the dance floor. They didn´t know their names, but he was an easy man driven by lust, while she was driven by duty.
She grabbed him by the hand and after some sensual kisses, she took him to the club´s bath to go further in their caresses.
She locked the door and he couldn´t believe his luck.
His desire was ignited and didn´t take long for him to unbutton his shirt, which made it easier to her.
“Ready?” -She said, faking a lusty smile.
Then, he made his first move to own her, but some seconds later, the only thing that penetrated into someone´s body, was the cold and sharping knife that Asami hid in her inside pocket of her jacket, piercing into his thoracic cavity forcing his soul to find a way out of his body.
Lust turned into desperation, and what was supposed to be a yell of pleasure, was drowned in a scream of pain.
With the knife reaching his heart, Asami pushed him into the toilet. He found himself unable to fight back, but he fixed his dying gaze on her looking for an explanation, but what minutes ago was a sweet, enchanting appearance, had turned into a devilish heartless expression.
“Who sends you?! The Khalil group?!” -He demanded to know in the middle of his agony before his last breath expired.
Killing, it had become so natural for her, that she didn´t feel any kind of remorse. She was numb to any kind of emotions.
She locked the toilet and cleaned herself and the blood from the knife before coming out of the bathroom to sit alone at the bar to drink a scotch that could wipe off the little guilt she could have.
She wasn´t planning to stay any longer, but someone, in the dance floor captivated her attention.
Ibtissam was dancing alone on the dance floor, scaring away all the perverts that were hovering around her. She was wearing a sexy tight brown dress that would have challenge any religious rule form her community. She was a Moroccan young 20-year-old of black long curly hair, tanned bright brown skin and a suggestive curvy figure that seems sculpted for sin.
Asami couldn´t take her eyes from her while sipping her whiskey, and Ibtissam seemed to feel her gaze caressing her body- From the dance floor, her lusty eyes found the trail that leaded to that beautiful Asian girl drinking alone in the bar, without neglecting her hip movements, she danced towards Asami. The Japanese was receptive to that dance of seduction and leave her chair to join her in her dance.
Both girls started dancing one in front of the other, rubbing their chests while moving their hips. Their eyes were looking for answers on each other´s gazes, and their lips were looking the path for a kiss that could seal the encounter.
Asami wrapped his hands around her waist, and moved her hips to her rhythm, finally finding her way to her lips.
“My mother always told me to never kiss strangers.” -Ibtissam gently replied. “What´s your name, sweetheart?”
“Asami.” -She broke one of her rules, never give away her real name to strangers.
“Where you from?”
“What´s your name?” -She answered, ignoring her previous question.
“Give me a good reason to tell you.”
Asami sucked on her neck leaving her a mark that would take days to disappear.
“Is this good reason enough?”
“Maybe…” -Ibtisam replied, before sucking Asami’s neck leaving another mark on her. “I think that doesn´t make you strangers anymore.”
“Tell me your name, please.” -Asami insisted.
“My name is Ibtissam.”
“It has any meaning?”
With her hands, Ibtisam forced a smile on Asami´s face.
“It means this, you don´t seem to do it very often.”
“Smile.”
“That´s it.”
“Give me your life and I´ll be smiling for the rest of eternity.”
A few minutes later, the were in Asami´s bedroom ripping each other´s clothes and mapping their anatomies with the only instrument of their touch reaching sensations hitherto unknown to them.
The room was soon impregnated by their lustful sweat and body odors, turning a humble room into a paradise of eros, while on the player, Asami´s favorite singer, Beabadoobe, was singing the song “Perfect pair.”
“What do you do for a living?” -Ibtissam asked her while both were lying naked on bed taking a break from their passion.
Asami looked at her without answering, then grabbed her knife that she had kept in the drawer of her nightstand and placed it on Ibtissam's bare chest. She looked at it, feeling the cold steel on her skin without flinching.
“I kill people for money.” -Asami confessed while in the player Beabadoobe was singing the song “Dance with me.”
Ibtissam looked at her with disbelief and burst out laughing.
“Stop fooling me.”
Asami, without erasing her serious face, slid the knife from the beautiful brown chest of Ibtissam to her neck where she had left her mark that same night.
“Would you kill me?” -Ibtissam asked, without taking Asami´s act seriously.
“Only for the right price.”
“And what´s the price?”
“A lifetime dancing with me.”
Ibtissam grabbed the knife from Asami's hand and placed it lightly on the Japanese girl's pink chest.
“Is not too soon for asking for that?” -Ibtisam asked, while Asami could not resist gently biting her ear.
“No, one night could be a lifetime.”
“You kill people with this knife?”
“When it´s necessary.”
Ibtissam slid the knife to Asami´s belly.
“Why you do such a disgusting job?”
“Is the only thing I´m good at.”
“How many people you killed so far?”
“I don´t remember.”
“You remember their faces?”
“No, to me they´re just a price to collect.”
“Where did you learn such a sad way of living?”
“I was taught by evil men.”
“How does it feel to take someone´s life?”
“That´s something you don´t need to know.”
Ibtissam got on top of Asami, placing the knife on her chest again but this time over her heart.
“What if I push this knife into your chest and you stop breathing forever?
Asami grabbed Ibtissam´s breasts with both hands and answered:
“There´s no killing instinct in your eyes. They’re filled with love.”
“You´re wrong, I want to rip off your heart.”
“You already did.”
Ibtisam placed the knife on Asami's face, and warned her:
“Don´t desire me, I´m nit allowed to love you, from where I come from, this is a terrible sin that could be paid with my life.”
“Loving you is not a sin, I´ll kill everyone who stands on our way.”
Ibtissam, placed the knife gently in Asami´s throat:
“You´re wrong, “Habibi”, desire me would only get you killed.”
Asami snatched the knife from her lover's hands, and changing her position, she positioned herself on top of her, placing the knife on the marks on her neck.
“I´ll never let you go.” -Asami stated.
“I´m engaged with a man by my family, and I can´t let them down.” -Ibtisaam confessed, at what Asami answered posing the knife on Ibtissam´s mouth.
“You´re no longer engage with anyone. Now you belong to me. And I´m able to kill your god if I have to.”
After her words, Asami placed the knife over the nightstand, and the women once again sank into an unbridled ecstasy that was only silenced by cries of pleasure at the rhythm of Beabadoobee Asami´s spotify´s playlist.
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