Short Stories

The Killer 2

Like I have said I am filthy rich that it makes me feel dirty at times. So every once in a while I go to my vacation house loceted deep in middle of a forest. I built that vacation for times that I needed a break from being the killer. So, after having killed my 250th bussiness which was a mining company, I decided onn celebration my kill by going to my vacation house. After a 2 hour flight, a 30 minute long drive, and another 30 minutes of walking I had reached my vacation house.

It is quite beutiful house. It's nothing grand. Knowing that building it in total isolation had it's risks, so I had all of windows bolt proof and the highest level of security system, you can never be too careful. All I do is sit and stare out the balcony of my bedroom, but you have no idea how relaxing it can be. In 5 years of having built this house, it has become my one happy place. Never has my peace been disturbed when I was in the security of this miracolous house.

So, you could imagine my suprise when my security system started a rukus with the most annoying buzz ever created. The security system's inner voice started repeating, "Intruder, Intruder." The first questioning poping in my head at that time was "Who would be here? in a middle of a forest, except me?"

According to Jay (The security system's inner voice), the intruder has entered my kitchen and is eating from my fridge. I set off the alarm and when Jay went back to normal, I headed to the kitchen. The kitchen was a mess. Food was spilled eveywhere, this was when I wished that I had brought my maid with me. The iintruder was literally cleaning out my fridge. I stood infront of the fridge, the intruder seemingly had not noticed me yet, so I cleared throat, trying to show her that this house has a master, and that master is just right behind him.

The intruder noticing me clearing my throat, turns around. When the intruder turns around I am shocked to see that its a she. The girl looks at me dumbfounded and in her eyes I could see that there was a glint of fear.

This was just the start of an interesting encounter.

I had been in a rather good mood, so I gave the girl a chance to explain herself. The girl had explained that she had been abducted by men who had tried to rape her. She had been able to escape, but to only get lost in this forest. Starving for 3 days, she had spotted my house and had let herself in because she was extremely hungry.

I did not believe her story for even a second, but I would give her credit for her creativity. I let her use my kitchen to her stomach's desire.

After 30 more minutes of heavy eating. She was done but now needed to use my bathroom and had asked for clean clothes.

You might think that I wouldn't give them to her but I did, but still there was no limit to the girl's shame. All she did was ask to get something or of she could use something.

At the end she asked for directions to the main road and was gone, letting me go back to my peace and quite.

I had thought that I would never meet her again until I saw her resume appalling for the receptionist job in one of my minor company offices.

I showed Kate, the intruder girl, even more generosity by giving her a job. Not the receptionist job, but even more high paying job, my personal secretary aka my personal maid.

This would be perfect, she could pay me back full for all the generosity I showed her in my forest house with being my (very) personal secretary.