"Hardship often
Prepares ordinarily people
For an extraordinary
Destiny."
~ C. S Lewis

I began to saunter my way towards the fat man, throwing away the trench coat that covered me to the side.

I lift the corset that now hung dangerously low, lifting up my boobs with it. I ran my hands along my sides and kept my eyes locked on the target.

As I get closer and closer, he averts his attention towards me.

His hungry eyes immediately drank me in as they wonder from head to toe. Probably stuck in a daze, all he did was stare in his stupefied state.

"You girls are dismissed." I pouted to the blondie on the right and the man the brunette on the left before giving them a subtle wink.

They remained poised and professional, their masked faces showing no emotion as they get up and move. Probably used to the fact that this was their job and they have been through many questionable piggies itching for a taste.

Immediately taking the brunette's place, I sat beside him with my legs crossed, revealing my lacy legs. His eyes followed down as an awe-stricken expression overtook his face.

"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" I questioned in a concerned tone as I purposefully brushed my hand over his arm.

He gulped.
"You just took me by surprise darling. You're a beautiful little thing ain't you."

His jagged breathing the outcome of years of substance abuse as he wheezed out his words throatily, he began to build up his confidence as he placed his rough hand on my knee and he licked his thin bottom lip.

The sight was sickening, beckoning the recently digested sandwich to threateningly regurgitate out of my mouth.

Keeping up the facade, I decided to shy away.
"You are too kind." I playfully pushed his shoulder.

I looked up to his impure eyes through my lashes as they shined under the disco lights. I watched as his eyes travelled down to my lips and his hand began to inch further up my thigh.

"So what's your name baby?"

"Anfisa." I giggled out.
"And you?"

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He croaked out.
"The name's Douglas. Douglas O'Brian. But I'm sure you can call me something more creative later on.."

Leaning in, I smoothly dodged his face before his lips could meet mine. Seeing the crowd around us, there were strippers dancing in front of crowds of 3, or giving lap dances. 
"Can i entice you to a lap dance, handsome." I whisper seductively into his ear before giving it a wet lick.

"Fuck yeah baby. " He smirked. He starts to position him comfortably, leaning back against his seat and spreading his knees further apart.

"Remember. Hands to yourself." I purred into his ear as I trailed my manicured finger up his arm and across his exposed chest.

Pushing the temptation of scratching into his skin and relishing at the sight of his blood, my nail journeyed up his fatty throat as I imagine his future cries and begging.

I trap his thighs between my knees and sat down on his centre.

"That's right baby." The fat man breathed out.

I could smell the nauseating stench of alcohol reeking from his words, gagging me internally as I hide it behind a sweet smile.

"Move your hips for me baby."

Ugh. Yuck.

I start making a rolling motion with my hips and watch as the piggy underneath me starts groaning, his eyes fluttering close.

I keep up the movement and start drawing circles with my hips. Feeling him tense under, he hissed in air as he tightens the grip he has on the seat besides him. I could feel his tiny dick starting to strain against his trousers.

"I'll pay you a pretty penny if you give me what I want." He whispers close into me.

"I'm not an escort." I roll my eyes.

Pulling his nonexistent bottom lip between his teeth, he moved his hands to grab my waist and stop my movement.

"Let's go." Without even being given the chance to retaliate, he begins to stand up, now holding onto my hand with eagerness as he directed me through the crowd and into a private room at the back of the club.

The rows of private rooms weren't so private. The only form of privacy being a thin curtain that surrounded the bed at the center.

As he starts searching for an empty bed my eyes trailed along to see all sort of activities going on. Hookers on top, men bent over the edge of the bed being whipped by a hooker, threesomes, etc.

The girls around me were desensitized by this shit. And I guess it's something I have to get used to now too. I avoided the eyes of everyone so I couldn't be incriminated.

Letting go of my now sweat covered hand, he plopped himself on the queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

The lightening of the room was irradiated by a bloody red, highlighting across fatty's face as it reflects off of the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

He began to unbutton more of his shirt, exposing his hairy chest and massive beer belly.
Gross.

"Come on baby. Give me a show." He rasped out.

I meandered my way towards him, tapping my heels one step at the time before I was at the edge of the bed. I slipped out the rose and played with it in between my hands.

"Take off your pants." I sneered as I lifted my heel and placed it in between his thighs, right next to his crotch.

I put the rose between my teeth and start arching my back. My hands travelled further up to my thigh as though I were feeling myself up, making it seem more inviting as piggy widened his eyes fervidly.

He began to hastily unbuckle his trousers before laying down on the bed and lifting his butt to pull it down; only to have it restricted by my foot pressed on the bed.

He sat back up, his heaving chest and agaped mouth waiting impatiently as I looked down at his loose underwear.

He clearly had a hard-on, but nothing was visible.
Can't say I'm disappointed.

I crawl onto the bed like a lion stalking it's prey. I position myself hovering on top of him with my knees trapping his sides. His hands stroke my hips and ass, but I restrain myself from gagging.

My hand finally reached up my breasts, and I dig my hand in between to find the handle of my knife. An immediate smirk made its way to my face as I welcome the perfect feeling of cold metal against my skin.

"Now beg."

"For what, baby?"

"Your life."

Not wasting a second, I pulled the knife and pressed the metal against his neck.

His slow reaction time freezing him in position as his hands slowly raised in surrender.

Such a cliche thing to do. I rolled my eyes.

I watched as his quivering lips shook under the film of moisture now coating his face.

"W-what are you doing?" He stuttered out.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing, fatty?" I scoffed.

"P-please! I have a wife and kids.. d-don't do this!" He gasped out as his feverish eyes bore into my own.

I looked into his dilated pupils. Still in his drugged state of mind as I watched my own reflection in red. Looking as though I was on fire, a chaotic imagery as I stood superiorly above. A haunting last memory definitely, but that's what I like.

"They're better off without you."

"P-please! I'll stop!"

"Say hi to the Devil for me, fatty."

"Ple-"

Fed up of his yapping, I slit his throat. I feel a splatter of blood land across my face and chest as I watch the silver metal now coated in clear red.

His head lands back onto the pillow as he starts to spasm, with blood oozing out and spluttering.
At least he had a soft landing. Most victims aren't that fortunate.

His eyes were still opened as I lift myself off the bed and circled around, watching the blood pooling underneath him. The white sheets bloomed in black due to the red lightening, staining the purity with it's murkiness.

I looked into his eyes, staring back at the reflection of the one who caused him his pitiful end. The red mirror looked as though I was looking at the Devil incarnate. A demon doing the dirty deeds of the Reaper.

It's funny how much people apologize on their deathbeds, despite having a whole fucking lifetime to make up for it.
The fucking audacity.

As though nothing happened, I wipe the stained knife against the bed and place it back inside the comforts of my breasts. I bring out the scrunched up rose which I placed besides me.

Despite the creases, the flower still looked beautiful, and yet damaged. Reflecting the sadden truth about this wretched world of how in spite of the beauty of this earth, the hidden shadows of beasts always lurk around, waiting to come out and play.

I dropped the flower on the carcass's chest and began to wipe away any blood I could feel on me
walking out of the room and closing the curtain behind me.

Looking around, I was sure to check if anyone saw me.

Satisfied with the secrecy, I looked to the VIP area and watched Dimitri with his eyes glued onto a dancer.

Taking his moment of self indulgence as a means of an escape, I camouflaged myself into the crowd and headed towards the exit. I pick up my trench coat from where I placed it earlier and use it to cover myself.

I storm through the the club as stealthily as possible, away from prying eyes and hidden amongst the loud music and blinding lights. No one needed me any attention. Yet, I couldn't help but feel two burning eyes brandishing the back of my head.

I shrug the feeling away as paranoia and continued to escape, taking a glance on stage to see Chanel now performing.

Within moments I was outside, allowing the kissing breeze to touch my clammy skin, instantaneously cooling the heat and drowning me away into serenity.

I searched for Igor and find him leaning patiently against the car. Strutting towards him, he quickly spots me and opens the door, allowing me to sit inside.

He closed the door and circled around to his seat.

"Did you get the house address?"

"Da mem*"

*da mem = yes ma'am

"Let's go."

A quick nod through his rear view, he put the car into drive.

My attention then averts to the lonely flower on my right. I lifted the delicate flower and brought it to my lap, wriggling it around it's stem and bringing its alluring petals close to my nose.

The nostalgic allure of it's scent drowsed me into a state of placidity. It's lavender fragrance has been the embodiment of home since I could remember.

A feeling I hope to evoke in others despite their hardship. To let them think of it as a second chance and a new chapter in their own lives where they can be liberated from the tyrannical rule over their lives.