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Frigid air curled around the bare skin of your thighs, sending tendrils of cold crawling up your spine. Breathing out in a whorl, your breath created a small cloud in the air in front of you. The fresh rainfall left everything wet, and you weren't an exception. Blood from your previous fight still stained your clothing, the pristine white marred by murky red streams. You were tired, and wanted to return home to a long, hot shower and some good old R&R.
Finally climbing the steps to your raised apartment, you shoved your key into the frozen lock, turning it with a click. A rush of warm air greeted you instantly, making you flush with relief.
Shedding your coat, you dumped it on a well-oiled leather armchair, not caring for the potential damage. It was one of the many perks of your well paying job; kill up a few troublemakers here and there, and in return get freedom from common worries. Your stately home reflected it well. Sighing deeply, you walked towards the bathroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes, armor clattering to the floor.
You closed the bathroom door behind you and immediately went to turn on the water.
You quickly noticed the glass of the door fogging up considerably, and you stepped into the shower, gratified with hot water against your skin. Goosebumps rose over your body as you adjusted to the temperature, relishing in the feeling.
As you tried to run your fingers through your hair, you realized that you had forgotten to bring a brush in with you. Teeth chattering as you left the water, you opened the shower once more, only to be greeted with an extremely tall man leaning in the bathroom doorway.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.
Your panic was easily seen on your face, and you quickly shut the door again, but what good would that really do? How had someone so easily snuck up on you? That is what you were being paid to do after all, you would’ve thought you were the expert.
“Your door was unlocked,” a deep voice replied. “Very convenient for me. Rookie mistake, honestly.”
Rookie? How fucking dare he. You opened your mouth to protest, but quickly shut it once remembering how bad of a situation you were in.
“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll join you.” the voice said, a silhouette beginning to approach the foggy door.
Thinking fast, you grabbed a knife hidden behind a shampoo bottle, and as a shoulder began to enter, you flung out your arm and stabbed it.
Instead of a usual curse or a scream, there was silence. Nothing other than your frantic breathing and the pounding water could be heard.
Then he started laughing. Low at first, but it transitioned into a deranged sound, catching you off guard. Quicker than you thought was physically possible, the stranger lunged out at you, stealing your knife and pressing you against the wall, knife at your throat.
The man's face was mere inches from yours, red eyes boring into you, he said, “You think that you could hurt me?”
Glancing cautiously at his shoulder, the gash you had made had disappeared, not leaving a scar or a trace of blood.
Looking back at the man, you noticed him staring down at your naked body, smiling slightly.
Wrenching his eyes back to yours,”Look at you, little fox,” he breathed,”trembling and scared now that you’re the one caught off guard, aren’t we now?”
He traced the knife down your neck, his other hand not lessening the grip on your hands pressed above your head.
“How pretty…,” he said, deep voice scratching like sandpaper.
“What do you want from me?” you interjected. “Why did you come here?”
“Such simple questions, and with such simple answers,” he smirked. “It’s come to my attention that you’ve been causing a bit of trouble among my peers, isn’t that right?”
Your mind flashed to the trio of people you had killed only a few hours ago. Targets who you’d been paid to kill.
“It’s nothing personal,” you said quietly.
The man frowned angrily, and reached with his knife hand to turn off the water.
“Much better, now I can continue to hear your pathetic excuses.” He said.
Copying his angry expression, you repeated,”What do you want from me?”
Easing the pressure on your wrists just the slightest, he took a small step back to look you up and down. Red crawled over your face, embarrassed at the judgment you were receiving at the hands of a stranger.
While he was looking you over, you couldn’t help but notice his deep, slightly wet blue hair, curling flirtatiously over his face and dripping down his bare shoulders. His body was practically perfect, nothing but chiseled muscles, practically radiating strength. With a start, you realized he was none other than Blade, a member of the Stellaron hunters. The physical features and self healing ability was unmistakable.
“What do I want?” he asked, snapping his eyes back to your face. “I’d like to make you feel as much pain as you inflicted upon those three.”
Noticing your paling face, he added,”However, after seeing you in person, I must admit that I’m tempted to divert from my traditional ways and inflict a different type of punishment.”
He dropped the knife, and grabbed your chin possessively. “So I’ll give you a choice. Either I give you the same respect you seem to give to your…eh, clients,” he pinched your nipple harshly and twisted it. “Or I can spend the rest of my day treating you as my obedient little slut.”
Grinding your teeth at the pain, you had to admit to yourself that it wasn’t much of a choice. Death or sex? The decision was obvious.
It can’t be that bad, right?