Chapter 8 A Task To Perform

• "I demand the results within thirty minutes," she asserted firmly before abruptly ending the call. A smug grin played upon her lips as she thought, "Marriane, you've truly provoked the wrong person, and I guarantee you'll never open that stupid mouth of yours. I will make sure you never talk again. I will teach you a real lesson for talking I'll of my mother.
• A notification chimed on her phone, capturing her attention. She swiftly checked the message, sent by her assistant.
• "Boss, you've received an offer. Mr. Rich wants you to eliminate this man," the message conveyed. Attached was a picture of a middle-aged man with a cold demeanor and intricate body tattoos.
• "What's the price?" she inquired.
• "Five hundred thousand dollars."
• "Impressive. Gather more information about the target; the job must be completed today."
• "Understood, Boss."
• Emily was not an ordinary assassin. She selectively targeted individuals who deserved retribution—those who preyed on the vulnerable and made their lives miserable. Those who decieved young girls and destroy the youth lives. Those who bring nothing but destruction to the country.
• Shortly afterward, her secretary provided detailed information about the man. He went by the name James Blay and was a notorious human trafficker. James had caused significant suffering, having sold over five hundred children. He exploited impoverished young girls, forcing them into prostitution. When they outlived their usefulness or aged, he would either sell them off or dispose of them. One survivor, who had miraculously escaped, revealed the horrors she endured to her parents. Filled with rage, they sought vengeance. Although they had wealth, they lacked the strength to confront James directly, leading them to seek the assistance of the Devil Queen who was recommended by a friend.
• "This promises to be an intriguing night," Emily contemplated. Fully prepared, she knew precisely what needed to be done upon arrival. She returned home, donning a captivating red dress that accentuated her flawless figure. Her allure was irresistible and challenging to ignore.
• As she entered the club, a repugnant scene unfolded before her eyes—underage girls serving drinks to older men, public displays of debauchery.
• "I wish to meet your boss," she confidently declared to the bartender.
• "Certainly, miss," the bartender responded, delighted to have discovered a new seductress. Her exceptional beauty surpassed anyone present, and he anticipated she would be highly profitable for his boss. Without hesitation, he escorted her to the boss's presence.
• "Boss, there's an exquisite lady here to see you," he announced eagerly.
• "What does she wants? And why is she really here, very well, let her in," the boss authorized.
• As Emine entered the room, the boss was instantly captivated by her breathtaking beauty. The other women in his arms were consumed by jealousy, harboring intense hatred towards her.
• "Please have a seat. How may I assist you?" he managed to say, still entranced by her irresistible allure.
• "Um, sir, I have nowhere to turn and no one to care for me. With my mother gone and my father missing, could you possibly offer me a place to stay?" Emine pleaded in a pitiful voice, rendering it impossible for any man to resist her.
• "Young lady, do you comprehend the nature of our work here?" The man inquired, excitement subtly woven into his words.
• "Yes, sir, we cater to customers' needs, ensuring their utmost satisfaction," she replied, masking her disdain with a seemingly innocent tone.
• "Excellent. Allow me to witness your skills firsthand. You must serve me first," he uttered with an undercurrent of lust.
• "Certainly, sir. I am willing to do whatever it takes," she sweetly smiled. To them, her smile seemed innocent, but to Emine, it held a derisive edge. However, since this was her first time, she coyly requested, "But if you don't mind, sir, could you dismiss these other ladies? I feel rather bashful as it's my inaugural experience."
• "Why not? Ladies, please leave. I will summon you when needed," he impatiently waved them away, though their departure was accompanied by glares of resentment aimed at Emine.
• "Shall we commence?" she playfully winked.
• "Of course, I can't wait any longer."
• Drawing nearer, Emine delicately caressed his oily cheeks, her disgust hidden beneath her facade. James Blay was so engrossed by the petite beauty before him that he failed to perceive the peril lurking nearby.
• Gradually, she rose and positioned herself behind him, starting to massage his shoulders, her touch gentle as it traveled from his neck to his back.
• Mr. James reveled in the massage, emitting soft moans of pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, this luxurious moment would be his last. He had no inkling that today would mark his final breath on Earth.
• "Oh, my dear, you are truly remarkable. I'm thoroughly enjoying this. I can't wait to indulge in you," he eagerly expressed.
• "Do you like it, sir?" Emine innocently inquired.
• "Indeed, I do."
• Emine abruptly ceased her actions.
• "Why did you stop?" the man questioned, puzzled by the sudden interruption.
• "It's nothing, sir," she seductively responded.
• "Great, now you should continue."
• Suddenly, an icy chill permeated the room, sending shivers down the man's spine. Unaware of what was unfolding, he turned around and inquired, "Do you feel the cold temperature?"
• Emine abandoned her pretense, her gaze turning frigid. The room seemed akin to an arctic chamber.
• "Yes, because it's time for the game to begin," she declared. Her voice as chilly as a chilled water.
• "You—what are you saying? And why is this bone-chilling cold emanating from you?"
• "Silence," she admonished, slapping the back of his head.
• "You bitch! How dare you strike me? Are you seeking death?" he fumed, rising from his chair, intent on hitting her. Unfortunately for him, his hand was ensnared.
• "Release me!" he whimpered in pain.
• "Why should I?" she taunted, her tone dripping with mockery.
• "You wretched creature! I'll sever that hand," he threatened, hoping to force her to let go.
• "I see. Let's see if you possess the ability to do so," Emine said with a smirk.