The Mysterious Woman Killer and Her Prey

Mr. Andy

Come to this place now.

Nadesha looked at the cellphone screen that she had enlarged to see more details of the place sent by one of her clients. She smiled a little and nodded in understanding before finally going away from a place to eat in a local market.

Desha kept walking by occasionally fixing the hat she was wearing. Disguise appearance when going to meet her client with a hat and mask. Desha kept walking. Her eyes focused on the street which was quite busy because she was at the local market. Not far ahead, two men were walking side by side with a woman carrying lots of groceries. Desha could tell that they didn't know each other and the two men deliberately walked with the middle-aged woman.

Desha smiled sarcastically when she saw one of the man's hands enter a middle-aged woman's bag. Taking a fairly thick wallet then just walked away after putting the wallet into the jacket he was wearing with an expression that pretended not to do anything. Desha could only shake her head at the stupid actions of the two men. They bother a lot of people.

Desha stopped when the woman suddenly stopped. She watched the woman who wanted to buy but could not find her wallet. Desha, who was right behind the woman, could see how the old woman suspected her. Desha shrugged then walked again with both hands in the pockets of the hoodie she was wearing and repaired the side bag she was carrying.

Not long after, the woman's screams stating that she had lost her money immediately made everyone excited and they started looking for the culprit. Desha, who was still walking, saw the two men she saw earlier in the corner of one of the shops staring at her, then she shook her head and focused on her way.

"Damn," Desha cursed when she heard screams directed at her and saw several people starting to chase her.

"I DON'T STEAL IT, DAMN IT!" Desha shouted that she didn't accept everyone's accusations against her.

Desha started running aimlessly when everyone was getting closer to her just to avoid everyone who was accusing her. Desha couldn't explain what happened to defend herself and accuse others when everyone justified the middle-aged woman's mistakes to her. Desha really won't be helped if she decides to do that.

Desha occasionally looked back and could see one by one the people behind her were starting to decrease because they were tired of running. She smiled sinisterly and re-accelerated her steps to avoid the people there. But damn, the two men Desha saw earlier still kept chasing her even with calm faces, and didn't look tired though.

"Come on. Don't stop," complained Desha after running long enough and feeling her legs start to hurt. The face covered by the hat occasionally looked back and kept finding two men she didn't know were still chasing her.

With full strength, the long legs wrapped in jeans ran quickly again and turned towards a narrow alley. Continuing to step her feet without knowing the direction she will pass now is a dead-end area and there is no way out.

"Unlucky! Why must it be a dead end, huh!"

Just now Desha was about to move back to find a way, but the two men who had been chasing her were already right behind her. Only two meters away and if she is caught, then her history will be over. There is no other way but to fight them only in self-defense.

"Where are you going, you naughty girl Have stolen but do not want to be responsible What a naughty girl!"

Desha turned around and regretted her actions for choosing this dead end. She was caught now, but she ignored the sarcastic remarks from one of the men in front of her. She just kept racking her brain to get out of today's bad events. She was really tired to serve them with her very sore feet.

"I told you I didn't steal it, but you guys didn't believe me until I ran. You guys are bastards!" Desha said her complaints were because she was irritated with these two stupid men. She tried to calm herself so that her breathing returned to normal and his emotions could be controlled properly again.

One man burst out laughing at the thieving girl's story. "If you are innocent, you should face it instead of running."

Desha chuckled sarcastically with useless satire. Walked up to the two men with a bold look. "You think being responsible for other people's mistakes can be that easy Don't think I didn't know that you guys set me up. Pretend to chase me so that your actions are not noticed Tsk. Rotten!"

The two men looked at each other in disbelief at what the girl was saying. One of them again showed a flat face and the other showed a shocked face. "You know that"

Desha snorted. "Of course. I even saw for myself how your damn hands moved to take that woman's wallet. Ah, damn it!"

"Then Do you think we're going to apologize to you after this Do not hope!"

One man who previously showed a flat face now spoke casually. Getting closer to the girl and taking the side bag that was getting messy when he took it. "Only a bum like you doesn't deserve our apologies."

Desha just kept silent and stared at what the man beside her was doing. Those eyes occasionally glanced at the other man who seemed unable to do anything and only saw what his friend was doing. Perhaps this man in front of him was a follower He's acting differently from the other guy. Two equally disgusting men!

The man took out everything that was in Desha's bag. And it's all just a piece of paper that has been filled with handwriting that the man doesn't understand. He firmly believed that this girl was just as poor as them but not by doing bad. Gosh... Unpredictable.

The man threw the girl's bag on the ground. Feeling that he didn't need anything from there and intended to turn around, but his shoulder was grabbed tightly which made him wince, and then turned his head. The girl was looking at him levelly with her hand gripping his shoulder. Damn it!

"You want to leave after spoiling the contents of my bag Wipe it off or I'll break your arm."

The man spat in all directions. He glanced back at the girl's hand, then pushed it away roughly. The girl flashed a crooked smile and drew closer to him. The man still had a face when his friend behind him was worried about something.

"You're just a poor girl. Why should I obey you, huh It sucks."

Desha did not respond. She threw a punch right in the man's face until his nose and mouth oozed fresh blood. Desha turned around, saw the male friend who was getting scared, and started to take a step back. While the man in front of her was shocked by the blood that fell onto his clothes and hands.

"Fuck!"

The two continued to fight until it was finally Desha who made the two of them prostrate at their feet and admit their mistake. The two men also returned the wallet they had previously taken to Desha even though Desha didn't need it.

"Just take it. You also need money to stay alive. After all, everyone, there is no longer chasing," said Desha, and then started packing up her scattered belongings and just left.