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"I fuck with myself more than anybody else."
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Sitting on a couch behind a large curtain sat a woman and two men. They sat on a loft that looked over a large club. The woman sat with confidence, her body was sat comfortable on the leather seat her arm ran against the back of the couch while her fingers effortlessly held a lit cigarette. Her blonde hair fell to her mid-back. A black silk robe clung to her shoulders and hung all the way down to her ankles. Under the robe, she was wearing only a black bralette and matching underwear.
She wasn't expecting company and had been making her rounds through her club before she settled in for the night.
The man at her side was the one that she would've shared her bed with that night but it looked like their activities would be postponed to another night. The man's face was fairly handsome and he wore a knowing smirk on his face. He stared at her with an ego of 1,000 men combined.
The woman looked over at the man that was next to her. She raised an eyebrow at what his intentions were, and he answered by placing a hand on her bare thigh and squeezed. His smile only widened when he did this, and that only made her annoyed. She didn't bother to move it, though, she wanted him to think he was in control when in reality she could stab his eye with a knife that laid carelessly on the coffee table in front of her.
She took a deep breath to control her inner psychopathic emotions.
" I have great hope in what you are doing here, and think I can contribute to the power that you already have," the man across from her spoke confidently.
She eyed the man in front of her and snickered under her breath.
"And what is it that you think you contribute to this place that I haven't already?" She questioned.
She took a puff of her cigarette and flicked the ash on the arm of the couch and look at the man challengingly.
His eyes lingered at her wrist where he could see a small glimpse of a large tattoo that was covered up by the fabric of her robe.
"Well, it seems as though you may need a man to be able to expand and evolve this club of yours. Someone like me to counsel you and make sure you make the best decisions for this company," he reasoned.
"Ha!" She yelled. She smiled so wide you could see that her canine teeth had a very sharp end to them and didn't look human. And they weren't she had them put in when she was younger to frighten people.
She stood her silk robe tickling her stomach. Tossing the man's beside her, hand off of her leg. She leaned over the table as her fisted hands helped her balance while leaning on the table. She leaned so far that she was now eye-to-eye with the man across from her. His eyes slipped down from her eyes to her breasts for just a millisecond, but she caught it.
"You must not know me. Because if you did you'd know that I don't work with men of any kind of intelligence and don't trust anyone enough to make decisions for me," She spoke slowly so he wouldn't miss a word she was saying.
He opened his mouth again to speak but she interrupted him and climbed over the table swiftly, grabbing the knife, and put a hand on the back of his neck and slammed it as hard as she could into the glass coffee table in front of him. Because of the impact of his skull, the glass shattered.
His nose dripped with blood creating a puddle on the wooden floor below them and his face was red. With the same hand, she grabbed his head by his greasy black hair and pushed it back so that he was slouching on the couch.
Without a word she straddled his lap her robe was hanging to his knees behind her making it so that her body was exposed. Forgetting that there was a cigarette in her left hand that also held a throwing knife, she took a large inhale of the smoke while the knife grazed her skin. She exhaled the smoke on his face. He started to choke as the smoke went through his nose.
Her right hand, empty, grabbed his chin. "Do you know what I do to boys like you? Hm? Boys that think I need a man to be able to do what I do, successfully?"
With my left hand I pushed the burning end of the cigarette into the skin of his neck so that it would put out, he hissed in pain.
"Oh, you think that hurts? Well, I can show you what actual pain feels like." She tossed the knife into her right hand and plunged it into his right eye socket. He let out a shrill scream and struggled to get out of her hold but she held him still and watched as he suffered. She had his arms pinned against the leather and her legs held his legs still.
"Do you even know my name?! She screamed.
For an answer, he let out another ear-piercing scream, and to return the favor she lost it and screamed just as loud in his face.
"It's Jane," she gasped for air.
Just as she said that there was a loud sound of a machine gun coming from downstairs.
