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Don't let it be Quick

Written by: /u/WonderfulSin and /u/turnmetocumthrowaway

[turnmetocumthrowaway]

It's been a little over a week now, that I've been alone in my tiny apartment. It was strange moving out of David's luxurious penthouse, but I know that it's for the best. I still miss him, even though I have no regrets about leaving him and breaking our engagement. The relationship, while convenient and comfortable, wasn't healthy for either of us.

I became complacent, happy to live my life as Mrs. David Wayne. The ambitions I had grown up with fell by the wayside as our relationship grew more serious. I want to be more than just someone's wife, I want to make a name for myself on my own.

Our relationship had a much more devastating effect on David's well-being. He became obsessed with whether or not I was being faithful to him, even though there has never been anyone else since we started seeing each other. A man would glance at me on the street, and David would try to pick a fight with him! Near the end, I don't think he believed that I even loved him. Breaking off the engagement gives us both the space we need to become who we should be.

It's late, so I tidy up in the kitchen and make my way to my bedroom. I change for the night into a loose-fitting nightgown, brush my teeth, and head to bed.

[WonderfulSin]

If there was one way to describe David, Napoleon Complex would suit him best. His personality wasn't much to speak of, and his ill temper and short stature certainly did not add any appeal. You could argue that a woman could be swayed into a relationship with him on his vast fortunes alone, but his wealth was something that hardly deserved bragging in and of itself. His money was purely inherited from his father, this guy never having worked a day in his life. Of course I wasn't dating the guy, so his story hardly mattered to me. He was just a client, and this woman of his was just another target.

Before I could even get a word in edgewise when we had met, he ranted and raved on for what seemed like an eternity about you. Vile whore, shameless slut, filthy floozy, every insult he could conceive was tossed around before the price was set. Said price being ten million dollars. It was always amusing to me, the prices people would pay to end the lives of others, far more interesting than their reasons. 'I'll give you this many sheets of green paper to permanently etch out a human being' just sounds silly no matter how you slice it. But I wasn't exactly a man of morals, of a hitman's code of honor, or someone who pondered the conundrums of philosophy. I just did what paid the bills and excited me. And in the case of David Wayne desiring the death of a Miss Anna, my bills were paid and my life was excited by a very clear and concise instruction on behalf of Mr. Wayne: 'Don't let it be quick'.

And that brought me, on this fine night, to a little apartment in a quiet part of the city, a place nearly devoid of all tenants. Prior research of the place showed that only you and a little over half a dozen others lived here, the building strangely empty for who knows why. Well, less people around is always a good thing for me, making my job go along much smoother. The lock to your apartment was simple and dated, incredibly easy to figure out. In under a minutes time I had successfully made my way inside, further relieved that there appeared to be no unexpected company with you tonight. Save for myself, of course.

I kept with me a toolkit that I carried in one hand as I navigated myself down the hall and to what was obviously the only bedroom in the tiny living space. Opening the door to the bedroom I step inside, not paying attention to quietly shutting the door. Most of the apartments on this floor seemed unoccupied, and I wouldn't care whether or not you woke up. In fact, having prey that was very much alive and fighting would make for this evening to be all the more enjoyable.

[turnmetocumthrowaway]

The room is dark, save for a band of moonlight that reveals my features to you. My hair is dark, my skin is fair and unblemished. My breasts are full, but proportional to match my body, which is small in stature. My lips are parted slightly in sleep, and my eyes are closed. As you shut the door, I stir slightly. My hand moves, and brushes a lock of hair away from my face. Slowly, with lids still heavy with sleep, you watch me open my eyes