His deadly obsession

"ome on in," The lady dressed in the most seductive red dress which she paired with platform heels led the blindfolded man into the room.

She led him towards the king-sized bed and she gently pushed him, the man fell on it.

The lady went over to the light switch, flipping it from white to red to enhance the mood.

She picked up a mask that was on the side table and she wore it before going over to the bed where the man eagerly waited for her.

"Are you ready?" She placed her knee on his right leg, exposing her beauty thigh that was well decorated by a butterfly thigh chain. She pushed her bossoms forward to caress his face while her fingers fondled with his blindfold.

"I'm ready," The man pulled her closer, burying his head in between her bossoms while grabbing her derriere.

She slowly undid the blindfold, teasing the man.

"You like what you see?" She bit her lower lip in a seductive way.

The man cupped her cheek, bring her face low in order to give her a kiss but she turned away and the kiss landed on her cheek.

"I love what I'm seeing and I'd love to see more," The man said.

"How do you like it, gentle or rough?" She whispered into his ear while nibbling on his earlobe.

The man let out a moan, whatever she was doing was definitely turning him on.

"Rough," he managed to reply.

"Very well then,"

The lady got off him and the man climbed onto the bed. She followed suit, straddling him while he laid down on the bed. She reached for the roped by the bed and she tied up his hands.

From the bedside drawer, she brought out a whip which she moved from his upper body to his lower body in a slow and sensual manner that got him turned on the more.

"Don't I get to see you face?"

"Sh," She placed a finger on his lips to shut him up. "Do you want to see my face?" She circled the whip round his nipple.

"Y.yes,"

"Do you really want to see my face?" She pinched his nipple.

The man moaned in delight. "Yes, I want to gaze on your beautiful face while you take me to paradise."

"Why not gaze at my bossoms instead? It's much better than my face." She played with them.

"Your face is much more beautiful; let me see it," The man insisted.

"Very well then, I shall let you see my face." The lady gave in to his demand. "But close your eyes first,"

The man closed his eyes just as she had asked of him. She dropped the whip and she reached for her mask slowly taking it off.

"Open your eyes,"

"Hello Mr.Pedro," The lady smiled.

Mr Pedro froze like he had come face to face with the ghost of someone he had killed.

There she was, the carrier of death. The woman that made even the most dangerous mafia boss or drug lord cower in fear at the mention of her name. The woman with so many identities which made it extremely hard to find her.

The most feared assassin that hunted down men of the underworld like a predator hunted down his prey.

"Nere-"

Mr Pedro let out a gutteral sound as she pressed hard on his balls.

From within her dress, she withdrew a jackknife that had been carefully hidden by the side of her thigh and she placed it by the side of his neck.

It was a well conditioned room but it felt extremely hot. Beads of perspiration on his forehead.

"Mr Pedro," he traced the knife down his stomach, letting it rest on his private part that was in full view.

"Did you think your misdeeds would go unnoticed?" Nerezza asked.

"Nerezza please." Mr Pedro begged as she slowly traced the knife round his genital. "Pleased don't do this."

"Really? I shouldn't do it?" Nerezza sat down by the side of the bed. "I should have mercy on you? I should listen to your pleas?" She laughed.

"How many people have been in your shoes? They pleaded to you to spare their life but you turned deaf to their pleas and you killed each and everyone of them?"

"Nerezza, please,"

"I'm not here to hurt you, just here to give you a warning," she smiled.

Mr pedro heaved a sigh of relief but his joy was short-lived when she said,

"I'm just here to send you a place of suffering where as each day passes, you atone for every sin you've committed." She smiled.

"Nerezza, please. Whatever it is that you want, I'll give it to you. Whatever it is that you want me to do, I'll do it."

"There are so many things I want you to do, but there isn't much time to do all that," Nerezza patted him on the lap.

"Yes, before you go, I'd like to tell you that as a parting gift, I'll compensate all your victims on your behalf, you never know, your punishment when you get there might be reduced." Nerezza stared at the jack knife that she played with.

"Send my regards to the king of hell, tell him I sent you and I'll be sending more to him very soon."

"Nere-"

Nerezza dug the knife into his chest, piercing his heart. She pushed the knife deeper into his heart as he struggled to free himself from captivity.

His body turned stiff and the last breath of Air escaped his lips as he passed away.

Nerezza felt for a pulse by placing two fingers in his neck, there was none.

She pulled open one of the bedside drawers and she brought out her phone.

She dialled father's number, the phone rang for a bit before his secretary answered.

"Father, please."

The phone was passed to father. "Is the job done?" He asked.

"Yes father, the job is done."