47 was really agitated with the way everyone was treating him. But he knew he could not afford to risk his client's daughter's life. He smirked remembering the thing which he had done just 20 minutes ago.

18th September 2009,

20 minutes ago ,

47 took out a Bluetooth from his pocket and quickly stuck it into the tray. Then he barged into the room realizing that the guard was still standing behind him. He could not afford to have someone doubting him as an intruder. He found a girl and a man who were in the middle of a make out session. The girl did not seem interested and then he was completely sure that this was the girl whom he had come in search of.

"You idiot ! Can't you knock before walking in on both of us."

"I am extremely sorry sir, but I knocked twice and then entered in. I had no intentions to-" 47 was cut off by the meat king.

"It's ok. Now dismiss." he was

47 reluctantly left the room because he felt really upset for the girl. He shot a glare to the meat king who had the girl grabbed by her waist in one hand and was twirling her hair with the other. Then he gave an I-shall-save-you-damsel look to the girl and quickly left in order to save his cover from being blown off.

Back to the present,

Music bashed in the whole house. Women and men were dancing completely drunk, some were heavily making out and some had almost passed out. The dress code was black suits and black dresses with deep necks for the women. All the guests had their masks on. 47 understood that before the old guard would assign him another steward job, he would have to switch clothes. This would also increase his stealth which at the moment was more than contemporary. So he went into the disco room to find any passed out male guest so that he could use his clothes and get to go to any other private areas where no stewards were allowed. He had to carefully finish off Fuchs as well as he had to rescue the client's daughter. Suddenly he tripped and fell off. When he got up to see what forced him to trip like that, his lips formed a light smirk. A male guest had completely passed out and lay sprawled on the ground.

"Sorry sir for stripping you without permission, but as I can understand I shall strip you off in a guest room."

He gently carried the man and took him to a guest room. He stripped out the man's clothes  and wore the guest's clothes and mask. The mask gave him a better disguise.

"Fuchs a.k.a meat king, get ready to die."

In the meat-king's room,

"Please Fuchs, don't do this to me. I shall do whatever you want but please don't take my innocence away." Sandra plead with tears streaming down her eyes. But Fuchs wasn't bothered a bit because he was busy stripping out her clothes.

"What the fudge do you want, girl? You are mine and that is final. You are marrying me and that is final."

"But marriage is a consent between 2 people and I am NOT marrying you. I don't even love you and I know you only want my freaking thin body. Other than that you just don't care about me."

"Don't say that love. I can do anything for your happiness and I want you and that's why I want your perfect body." He replied that with lust enveloping his eyes. He wrapped his huge arms around her exposed waist and pulled her hard onto his stony chest. He leaned in closer in order to plant his lips on hers when she shrugged him and smacked him on his left cheek. The sudden blow surprised Fuchs and at the same time enraged him. Fuchs face turned red and Sandra after realizing that she has dug a death hole for herself started asking him for forgiveness

"I am sorry Fu-"

"Guards take this b**ch away!"

"No please don't hurt me." But the guards had grabbed her and taken her away.

Fuchs held his head in his hands and murmured in his evil tone

"Why can't you just believe the fact that you belong to me and no one in fact no one can even touch you? Now sweetheart get ready for your little punishment."

He ripped off Sandra's clothes which were lying on the floor and let out an enormously evil laugh after inhaling in the fruity scent that Sandra's clothes gave out.   

Sandra was picked up by one of the guards and thrown over the shoulder. She was almost in tears and she realized what she was going to face now. The guards took her to the same room from where they had gotten her and tied up her limbs.

"No please no !"

The guards started murmuring something and then an evil smirk took over their faces. Sandra still confused with their expressions stared at them intently expecting what had flashed onto their minds.

"Since our Highness seems to have rejected you we have pondered over the thought that we might as well have some fun with you." Having said that one of the guards started advancing towards her and Sandra was caught off-guard. She wailed for help.

At the guest room

47 came out of the room with a new disguise. Some of the guards were eyeing him suspiciously but that didn't matter because they didn't as well pay much heed. He just got out and heard Sandra wailing for help, but the sound did not come through his Bluetooth. He knew it instantly that the source was not the meat-king's room because he could here the entire conversation that had involved his client's daughter being thrown out of his room and after that he was only listening to Fuchs murmuring something and calling his client's daughter his whore. 47 knew one thing about his client's daughter now -

She was an absolute spit fire.

He quickly took out his navigator and started searching for Sandra. She was still wailing and from the shuffling sound he could make out that Fuchs had left to save his damsel in distress. He realized that he would still have to wait else this murder might flash the headlines and his cover might be blown off. So he went towards the room pretending to look out for the girl. 

At Sandra's room

"Please don't do this to me ! Please!"

"Oh please save me !" He mocked her. "Come on I will rock your night." He cooed in her ears.

"No plea-" She was cut off by a raspy and intimidating voice but for Sandra it was as though an angel had just dropped down from the heaven.

"Leave her you, rascal. How dare you touch that's mine? I will fire you now and I mean right now."

 "I beg for your pardon, your highness, please forgive me. I shall never do such a vulgar act, I promise."

"You fool, ask for her forgiveness, not mine."

"Pardon me, my lady."

"uhmm it's ok." Sandra replied in a whisper.

"Are you ok Sandra?" Fuchs asked her with concern.

"Yeah, thanks." She replied for the first time with a smile.

"Why can't you just be mine, Sandra?" Fuchs asked her.

"Sorry Robert but I can't love those people who put my life in danger just to prove their fake love to me. If you can do that, then I shall try to love you back." Sandra replied with an evil smirk on her face showing the knowledge of his pretense and Fuchs hung his head in shame and left the room.