#saice

It's deadly silent. The walls of the needlessly large room block out any noise from this needlessly large manor. The quiet is grating on Saice's patience. But then again, this is all a part of her ploy. Her target's tardiness is just something she's going to have to tolerate.

At least her other target is right where he should be: sleeping and defenseless in his private quarters.

And he's what she expected him to be: trusting and naive that his handsome fortune was good enough to provide him the best security.

The result?

Another name crossed out from the guild's list. And it was a fairly easy kill to carry out.

Saice stifles a sigh. Instead she just her shakes her head in disappointment, the hand it rests on swaying with the gesture.

Her eyes shift to the door for perhaps the twentieth time tonight. That's where she's expecting her next victim to come in. However, it remains closed, and she has to resist the urge to sink further into the comfortable couch. The most tempting ideas are usually not the best ones. So she settles on swinging her crossed leg, at least this wouldn't cause her to doze off.

Just as she begins to daydream, the door begins to open slowly. Then it taps the chime that she placed over the doorframe, producing a pleasant sound that soothes the soul. Saice grins, having imagined the wince her ingenuity has plastered on the unwelcome visitor's face.

The figure of her next target emerges as nothing but a shadow in an already dark room. He looks up at the chime, thinking better of closing the door. His next actions were expected, but they still cause Saice's eyes to grow wide. He raises one hand, then a finger; the ring worn around it gives off a faint glow. Then the chime snaps from the wall and flies straight into his hand.

Her awe is replaced by a smile dripping with greed. Saice was never the materialistic type, but just this once, she decided to be one.

Saice's eyes hungrily follow her second target as he slinks across the room towards the bed. She straightens in her seat just as quietly. Then she springs forward just as he got a whiff of the blood that wasn't supposed to be there.

"Not bad, huh?" Saice says, placing a hand on her cocked hip.

The other assassin turns to her in surprise, looks back at the pale, bloodied corpse before once again settling on Saice. "It's messy."

"You don't like it?"

"No. I have a higher rank than you, I have priority-"

Saice snorts. "We're not soldiers, rank means shit to me."

"I bet the guild would love to hear that."

"Oh? The top dog's gonna tell on me?" He sneers at the taunt. Saice chuckles then gestures to the victim dismissively. "You can take the credit for all i care. I just wanted the chance to meet you."

She moves forward, biting her lips and batting her lashes. The curves of her hips that is accentuated by her form-fitting trousers flow with every slow, lithe step. Saice's target involuntarily straightens in his spot. But halfway through, he raises his hand, one of the rings glowing.

Saice freezes, as if her power over her own body is now gone.

"No one would fall for that," he scoffs.

She grunts, making an obvious effort to use her voice. Saice dramatically strains a reply, "I was doing you a favor."

"Really? How so?"

She lets her lips curl into a smirk. "I wanted you to have one last boner before you die."

All pretenses fall, Saice jumps for his raised arm. She swiftly pulls him down to ground, pinning him face down with her grip on his wrist and shoulder. He howls as Saice bends his arm further into an unnatural angle. With Saice in complete control, that's all he could do. And Saice gladly allows him to do so, basking in the superiority of her position.

But the sadist in Saice is not big enough and quickly loses interest. She loosens her hold but presses her leg harder on the side of his face to dissuade him from attempting to escape, a rough reminder of who's in charge.

"How did you-" he manages to say before giving to a groan of pain. But it's enough for Saice to understand.

"A charm, a small preparation on my part. There's a couple of lonely crafters down the docks. You don't wanna know the lengths I had to go through," she replies, more of an innuendo than a complaint.

"Killing me will ruin you. They won't let this slide." The panic in the man's voice drains the weight from the attempted threat, making him sound like he's begging to be spared.

"Of course they won't. Why did you think I killed that guy?" Saice jerks her head towards her first victim. "It was a gift from me to them. I owe them a lot, so they can keep the gold."

"You think that would make a difference?"

"No. I just didn't want to look ungrateful."

Failing to impress any amount fear into Saice, he resorts to insult. "Bitch," he growls.

Saice shrugs. "Like mother like daughter." In one quick motion, she twists around, breaking the man's neck. After taking the rings on his hand, Saice lets his arm fall lifelessly. "I hate my mother."

She collects the rest of the rings in the other hand then slides them on. She turns her hands in front of her several times, admiring her new possessions. "Wow, six rings! You really know how to make a woman feel special," she says with a chuckle.