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Responses will be monitored for subsequent evaluation. My shoulders sink in defeat. My throat goes dry. I know what I have. Saying it aloud gives it too much power over me, makes it real, makes it my problem.
My tongue scrapes like sandpaper against the roof of my mouth. Spit it out. Just say it. Before I know it, the entire room is humming. The King. The man who found me starving and dirty, lying in a ditch when I was nine years old.
He took me in, fed me, and taught me how to kill. Taught me how to walk without making noise, how to extract any information I want, and how to dispose of any unwanted evidence. When I was young, my payment for his saving my life was simply working for him, whether that be taking jobs from his clients to dispatch whomever they needed gone, or whether it be scrubbing the floors until they shone. As I got older though, my face narrowed and my cheekbones became more defined. My breasts grew large and heavy, my waist narrowed while my hips flared.
My legs became long and shapely, and suddenly, his attention turned from fatherly to something radiating more of a hunger. A desire. Being only ten years older than me, the King of the Assassins is still a gorgeous man, vied after by every female in his employ. Being that I'm one of the only female assassins, all the other women on his payroll are whores and showgirls, it's odd for him to want me.
But he never pays them any attention. No, his insatiable hunger, every night, and sometimes in the morning or afternoons if I'm around, is turned on me. Never could he possibly consider taking one of them, no he reserves himself and his never-depleting stamina for me, making it an easy decision for me to be out of the Manor as much as possible. Walking back toward it now, a cluster of feelings washes over me.
Dread, resignation, and as much as I hate myself for it, a touch of excitement. I hate that I've become his plaything, but even I have to admit that he certainly knows what he's doing in bed. Tonight will be no different when I get back to my room. Within minutes, he'll be there, helping me out of my suit, ready to take me. His eyes meet mine, and I try to conceal the rage and fear that I feel toward him as I look down at my weapons belt and begin to unfastened the clasp.
Where were you? The one that you assigned me yesterday, remember? That's unlike you. Despite the fact that I hate being his whore, I refuse to let him think I'm weak. I think he might be one of us but I've yet to confirm it.
Come here. He prefers it this way though, forcing me to come to him first. I walk slowly, deliberately, trying to delay for as long as I can, but I know it won't hold him off forever. Only for a few precious moments. When I near him, he reaches out and slides a hand across my back, fingers splaying out possessively. As he tilts his head, nuzzling into my neck and breathing in my scent, I think back to the first time he ever took me.
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If this had been the previous him, it would not have happened at all. It was like a lion fighting a rabbit, it was necessary to use one's full power. Even though assassins always gave themselves an escape route, when it came to the battlefield, it was incredibly stupid to show mercy or to underestimate an enemy.
Because he had been reborn for the past six years, the warmth and gentleness of his current living conditions had been too long. He had received a sense of safety that had not been available in his previous life and thus led to an unforgivable act such as underestimating the enemy and carelessness. When Jiaming aimed, a person on the speedboat had instantly turned around in a flash like lightning and aimed their sniper rifle in his direction.
If it came to pulling the trigger, how the situation would have developed was difficult to say. He had been faster in setting his sights, but seeing that person and his lightning-fast movements, he had subconsciously chosen to dodge. The two sides had not opened fire, but he knew that he had already lost. For someone that had lost the heart of an assassin, he could no longer be considered an actual proper assassin.
Even though he only wanted to pass the days peacefully with Lingjing and Shasha, that sudden decision to retreat had left behind a shadow in his heart. He wanted to reclaim his confidence, and he felt he should not take the risk since Lingjing and Shasha were around.
Afterall, Cui Guohua had made a move, so the security on the 'Dream Star cruise was something he would personally take care of. Tanks team of five had already lost, so it did not seem they would have any plans for the luxury cruise anymore. But there was still the nagging doubt in Jiaming's thoughts since that man was here, the situation would not end that easily. It was because that man. Hidden Assassin Chapter Go To Chapter Go. View Mode Day Sepia Night.
It's all because you picked it up from Papa Ye, that guy is so mild-tempered, only his looks make him somewhat scary, you Too much argh, Master please spare me Taking the grocery money, Jiaming clamped a hand over his head and bolted out of the room, leaving behind Mother Ye who only laughed indulgently at his antics.
What a sneak attack, haha, Jiaming help Lingjing had seized the chance to attack Shashas vital point when she had been distracted, reversing the situation in a flash.
You guys continue Passing through, he thought to himself privately, Those two lilies When he went to the small grocery store and finished buying everything, on the way back, he no longer had a splendid smile on his face.
He shook his head with a smile and sped up his pace in returning. Not too much, but enough to make it obvious she was with child. It was both a source of delight and dismay, but it was what it was. At the very least she could still wield a weapon, which was something.
I don't think I've heard of any women who do! Her attempt was poor, of course, but she still laughed once more. How did you even come to wield a blade?
Catherine shrugged, "Well, I wasn't really fond of becoming a 'proper' lady. I like to run around and make better use of myself. And, well, fate deemed it that way, I guess you could say.
It's a lot more fun than you think. I'd personally recommend more women take it up. I'm certainly not made for such things," the young woman giggled as she shuffled dust towards one corner. And Lord knows what my Papa might think! Is it really that disturbing for a young woman such as yourself to swing a sword around? She played with the heel of her slipper as Paula turned to face her, a pout on her olive face.
I'm so offended! I'll have you know, though, I am hardly uncouth. I prefer 'savage'. You seem too smart for this kind of work. My family is not poor, but not noble, either. Other noble ladies such as yourself are educated," she replied, gaze falling some. Most any girl could be educated there if she wished it, although most did end up learning home skills, which are just as useful. Most men can't cook or sew to save their life. Hell, I had to learn to sew for Ezio when Annetta—our maid—refused because he got his shirt ripped too much one time.
Paula laughed, but then stifled it quickly, "Forgive me. You just… you speak it so plainly. I am torn between believing what you say, and wondering if you really are a noblewoman. I mean, I do, when it calls for it, but I grew up around mercenaries and warriors.
I prefer to throw a punch then hide behind pretty words. As the saying goes, 'actions speak louder than words'. Do you mean like that? Oh, well, I never read that," she shrugged, and Paula gasped.
Her eyes went almost as wide as the first day they'd met, and her face appeared to pale. Catherine raised a brow, "What? I haven't. And I don't have to. I've had more important things to do, and I don't need a book to tell me how to live.
I'm just a fan of the Church—especially considering the man who leads their army kind of destroyed my home and killed my people for no good reason. Or, okay, my husband did attack the Pope, but he had a good reason.
But he spared him in the end, so I mean… Wait, you're not going to get scared of me again are you? I promise I'm not some Devil spawn or a heretic or anything. Of all things, Catherine didn't expect the young woman to huff a little, "I-I wasn't going to think that!
I am merely… surprised. You are… very surprising in many things. It is unusual. You are unusual… but I do not think you are a bad person. You don't look down on me like the others, and you've faced the guards for me. You're… you're a good person, I think, my Lady.
She managed to catch it and hold it back out to her, grinning. You're a pretty good person, too. This might not be the best job for a lady, but I'd say your parents would be proud of you. I would be, to have a daughter with a heart like yours. Her smile was soft, cheeks flushing some, "Thank-you… I do try to make them proud, even if they worry for me. The Borgia are a prominent family to work for, but…". Trust me, I know.
Haven't hurt you have they? Only the guards really bother us, and this allows my family to live comfortably after the hardships we've faced," she replied, glancing to the redhead.
Catherine scrunched her brows both curiously and with worry. Paula waved at her this time.Having a gentle personality is good in a boy, but if you’re too soft then some brat could look down on you. It’s all because you picked it up from Papa Ye, that guy is so mild-tempered, only his looks make him somewhat scary, you ” “Too— much— argh—, Master please spare me ”.