Post by dehotherguy on Sept 22, 2014 3:09:50 GMT -5
Sid dragged the prostitute by her short blonde hair to the edge of an elevated platform at the docks, and tossed her over the edge down to the cargo platform just below. The prostitute struggled up, dazed. Sid jumped down after her, grabbing her by the back of the neck as she turned to run, and shoved her into the shadowy area under the upper platform. The prostitute slammed into a small stack of boxes, tumbling to the floor along with the boxes. The prostitute, bruised and bleeding, was cornered. Sid slowly approached the woman on the floor, one hand reaching behind her back for her machete.
"P-please," the prostitute stammered her voice cracking as if she was about to cry, "Just please, w-wait, you never even told me what I did wrong!"
Sid continued to walk towards the woman. "If I knew, I'd tell you," Sid's tone was very matter-of-fact, and her expression aloof, "It's not like that would save you, anyways. Your boss paid me to kill you, and that's what I'm doing. I could care less about what you did. Now, go to the edge by the water and get on your knees. Don't waste my time by protesting."
The prostitute broke into tears, violently trembling. Through teary hiccups, she tried to form words. "P-p-p-please...I d-d-didn't...d-d-do...a-any-," Before she could continue, Sid grabbed her by the hair once again, dragging her to the edge of the platform. The platform was about a foot above the water, and as long as the body was left under the platform, floating in the shadows, the smell would simply mix with that of the fish in the nearby barrels. Nobody would find the body. As they reached the edge, the prostitute's struggles became more desperate, and her cries grew louder. Though this dock was empty, at least a few people past the docks were bound to hear. Normally, Sid would have gagged her victims so they made little noise, and did not attract the attention of others. However, the residents of Venice were used to such sounds, often ignoring them and moving on with their days. Killings like these were commonplace in Venice. The only people who truly had authority over such things were the crime lords, the unofficial rulers of Venice. Unfortunately for the prostitute, the crime lords themselves gave consent. There was no one who would save her.
"P-please," the prostitute stammered her voice cracking as if she was about to cry, "Just please, w-wait, you never even told me what I did wrong!"
Sid continued to walk towards the woman. "If I knew, I'd tell you," Sid's tone was very matter-of-fact, and her expression aloof, "It's not like that would save you, anyways. Your boss paid me to kill you, and that's what I'm doing. I could care less about what you did. Now, go to the edge by the water and get on your knees. Don't waste my time by protesting."
The prostitute broke into tears, violently trembling. Through teary hiccups, she tried to form words. "P-p-p-please...I d-d-didn't...d-d-do...a-any-," Before she could continue, Sid grabbed her by the hair once again, dragging her to the edge of the platform. The platform was about a foot above the water, and as long as the body was left under the platform, floating in the shadows, the smell would simply mix with that of the fish in the nearby barrels. Nobody would find the body. As they reached the edge, the prostitute's struggles became more desperate, and her cries grew louder. Though this dock was empty, at least a few people past the docks were bound to hear. Normally, Sid would have gagged her victims so they made little noise, and did not attract the attention of others. However, the residents of Venice were used to such sounds, often ignoring them and moving on with their days. Killings like these were commonplace in Venice. The only people who truly had authority over such things were the crime lords, the unofficial rulers of Venice. Unfortunately for the prostitute, the crime lords themselves gave consent. There was no one who would save her.