Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Rebecca flinched at the cold words as she got a better picture of the man standing in the room, her eyes widened with disbelief at his attire, at his face as he didn't answer her question but just strode past her to the corpse of her husband. She turned her head, watching the nearly and almost silent intruder to see what he was doing, then she froze in fear as her eyes became as wide as saucers as she trembled. She felt another wave of nausea go through her and she had to turn her head away from the revolting sight of it. She clutched her stomach still hearing the sawing sound in her mind and then she heard a wet clunk of something against metal. She turned and saw her husband's head in the sink, as she convulsed and shuddered in sudden fear and revulsion, what was he doing to her kitchen? She turned her head away and then she heard his sharp, clear words and she let out a short gasp, her breath leaving her in a small, short, exhale of air. Why would he ask her to do such a thing? Was he planning to kill her next? Was he planning to take her alive? She shuddered at that thought and shook her head as if to clear it. Then again, who was she to argue with what was clearly an assassin, as her mind put in the last pieces of the missing information. She swallowed hard, then stood up and turned around to face him again, watching him, wary of what he would do as her bottom lip trembled and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't want to die, and, after all she had been through in the last two years, she supposed she was just breaking down. It seemed like this was the cherry on top of the hell that she had walked through, but she knew she had no choice. So she reached up and, as her cheeks turned a deep red of humiliation and shame, she stripped the clothes from her body. She hesitated several times, her hands were trembling at what her fate was to become and she finally stood naked in her own home, in front of a man she didn't know . She swallowed hard as she turned her head away from his gaze, she didn't want to see the look of triumph, she didn't want to see the look of admiration, she was humiliated as a small, quiet sob left her and she finally found her voice again as she spoke, though her voice came out choked and with the threat of tears, What do you want with me? If your going to kill me, do it already, don't toy with me? Just please make it quick and painless, I've suffered from enough in my life for it to be ended in suffering? What was she asking? She didn't want to die, she wanted to put up a fight, run as far away as she could away from the man, but she knew that he was an assassin, trained to run down victims and kill them if he should have to. She knew she wouldn't make it to the door, before he closed in on her and took her life. She swallowed hard, shuddering at the image that left in her mind as she looked back at him, trembling slightly. The blush was still vivid and red against the ivory pale of her skin as she waited for his response. She reached down, suddenly self-conscious and tried to hide what she could from his view as she heard sirens in the distance. Perhaps, the police would be here before he could kill her or....or......or what could be worse than him killing her? Nothing, or at least that's what she thought. The sirens were still too far away, blocks away, but with each passing second, with each passing moment, they got closer, getting louder as they got closer, and she looked at him, wary of his next move if he were to make it in time as she trembled slightly, then she realized he might get mad at her for covering herself, hiding herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to anger an assassin and slowly, as the blush darkened to a deep red once again she slowly uncovered herself again, leaving herself completely exposed to his viewing as a shudder went through her and she looked towards the door, praying that the cops would hurry, but then again, in a city like New York, it was hard for them to hurry. She was praying that they would burst through the door, even if it meant that she would be arrested herself at least she would be saved from the hands and the mercy of an complete stranger and yet, the one who could do the most harm if she didn't comply.