In the basement car park of a ritzy Prague hotel, a black BMW pulls up into a space and the lights are turned off, the engine turned off, as the driver waits patiently for the meeting. Ira drums his leather clad fingers on the steering wheel, every so often checking the time on his dash board. 9.09pm. thankfully, no one else is on that floor, and he does a quick check, glancing around, just to be sure. A quick thump with his hand against the steering wheel out of frustration, and then his interest is piqued, by the vision of a car’s headlights flooding the ramp that leads to the lower level car park. Checking his cell phone briefly, he quickly swears in Hebrew, then opens his car door, alighting from the vehicle. Ira stands with one hand on the door, and then slams it shut, on seeing the oncoming car stop. The car is wet from the rain that had been falling heavily outside in the streets of Prague. The windscreen wipers stop, and Ira can clearly make out the driver, and the passenger in the back who is wearing a black suit and black hat. The driver gives a nod, and Ira makes his way across to the newly arrived limousine, getting in the back, and coming face to face with his superior, Uri Amar; Code name : Jackal.
The Jackal was wearing a black tuxedo, and dressed for a premiere that evening, with a flower in his button hole. Beside him sat a beautiful woman, who was of Asian appearance, dressed in a traditional gown; a black and white kimono with her hair elegantly swept up, and finished with long metal hair pins, that had small trinkets hanging from them. She regarded Ira with a discerning eye, and then tilted her head towards Uri, who had his heavily ringed fingers interlocked. It was almost like he was waiting for Ira to speak, and Ira reached up and tugged at his collar nervously. Being around the Jackal, always unnerved him, even after the years of training and service to both him and the Israeli government. The young woman lent closer to Uri and spoke softly in Japanese, causing Uri to burst out laughing.
“Ahahaha. She likes you, and would love to eat sushi off your naked body.” – Uri said, with a malicious grin. He reached for the young woman’s hand and patted it. “Maybe later, but now, we must all talk about Viper. As you know, Ira, she was supposed to be in London by now, working on the Brennan case. You can understand my feelings on this, Ira. YOU…were supposed to make sure she finished up her business here.”- Uri brought the young girl’s hand up to his lips to kiss, all the while keeping a sharp eye on Ira for his reaction. Naturally, Ira was growing uncomfortable with his Superior’s behaviour, and this young woman with him, looked to be “on the books” Uri noted the facial expressions that Ira displayed, and then he released the young woman’s hand, and offered an introduction. “Ah…where are my manners. Ira, meet my Japanese operative, Lotus.”- You could hear the way that Uri said her name, as it rolled off his tongue, that he was also quite taken with her. A beauty, that matched her code name, but was she another one of his creations, like Ayalah before her. It had seemed that Uri loved to be in the company of such women, but also, he trained them, and that was what he was best known for in the circles of the underground intelligence agencies. Lotus nodded politely, and you could hear the gentle chime of her hair pins.
With pleasantries over, Uri clapped his hands together. His face suddenly becoming clouded; as though he was about to erupt. Gone was the false face of the Joker, and replaced with a menacing look, of a man clearly displeased with the situation. Uri inhaled deeply through his nostrils, and then exhaled as he spoke.
“I do not invest so much worth into one of my agents, to have her go MISSING, Ira. YOU were supposed to make sure she got on her flight. Time is of the essence. NOW, tell me about this Russian bastard who thinks he can take my Viper…eh?!” His voice boomed loudly, and the young woman beside him, pulled out her fan, snapping it open and waving it fiercely. Both waiting for Ira’s response. Ira removed his data pad from his coat, and tapped in a few digits, then slid his finger across, bringing up the images of Yuri, the man at the centre of the operation.
“As you know, Viper was hired to track down a woman that had left his employ, a straight forward job, by our standards. Payment was organised, the sting operation on the gym was a success and then the intelligence files were obtained, and we were able to get everything on the people employed by the Death Club, including the mark. That was supposed to be the end of it, but then she got asked to see the final show, at the Death Club, by some thug, named Vlad. From the words of one of the surviving bar staff, an Australian, it turns out the creeps decided to take Ayalah as well, as the mark. We were double crossed.” Uri brought his hands together, palms flat, with both index fingers pointing up as he listened. “Go on.” Uri said with a voice of authority, as Lotus kept looking between the men. “From what Ayalah has told me, this Yuri, was into human trafficking, extortion, drugs, the black market…you name it. BUT he had an eye for the beautiful women, and it looks like, he found a reason to want to keep Ayalah.” Uri rocked back and forth a bit, tapping his fingers together, still listening. Ira pursed his lips tight, angry at himself for not going with her to the final night of the Death Club. “Last thing Viper said was trust me, I be fine.” The Israeli agent brought his hand up to the top of his head, and racked it through his hair, before shaking his head. “I have done my own investigation into this…Yuri. Quite simply he is a dog. His treatment of women, and the services he offers to those willing to pay.” That was enough for the Jackal, and he hummed under his breath, before turning to look at Lotus, taking both her hands, fan included and squeezing them tight.
“My dear, our date tonight is cancelled. You are to join Ira, and go to Russia. If it is beautiful women, that attract him from his kennel, then…we shall parade the most beautiful woman in Asia, for his….pleasure.” Lotus seemed to freeze, as Uri held her hands, and arched a shapely brow. Uri brought both her hands up to his lips and kissed them. “As much as you mean to me, I prize my Viper highly….SO..get out of the car.” The driver was heard to chuckle, while the Asian beauty glared at the front of the car, then opened the car door in a hurry and got out, muttering something in Japanese. Once she was out, Uri took out an envelope, and passed it to Ira. “Everything you will need is inside, to get you into the country. False passports, and of course, you will be working under the Israeli Aerospace Industries, as a Professor, since they have secured a contract with the Russian government to make of all things…drones. Once in the capital, you are to make contact with our Russian intelligence agency operative, his name and contact details are in the envelope, along with sufficient cards to get you enough cash as you need it.” He then lent forward, and urged Ira closer. “A word of warning; about the Lotus. Do not underestimate her. Ever. I am entrusting you with a delicate flower, when the time comes, let her do her job. This is what she is trained for.” Ira stuffed the envelope into his coat pocket and was about to get out of the car, to join Lotus, when Uri seized his arm, gripping it with such force, you would swear the old man still had a lot of power left in him. “If you do not bring back my Viper…..do not come back.” Uri released his grip and slapped his arm heartily, like it was a joke, flashing that menacing smile. Ira didn’t waste another second, getting out of the limo and standing beside the stunning Lotus, as the Limousine as it pulled away and then drove out of the car park, tyres squealing.
Ira could feel the burning glare of Lotus, without even having to look at her. She would obviously be surely pissed that she missed out on her evening with Uri, to have to go on assignment with the hapless looking Ira. Trying to make light of the situation, he asked.
“Fancy some Chinese?” The look he did get when he turned to face her was one of pure death. She snapped her fan closed and raised her head. “Take me to my apartment, so that I may get packed for the trip. …. NOW!” Ira jogged to his car, and quickly opened the door for her, as she shuffled over in her getas, and got inside, cursing in Japanese. As he slammed the door, he had to wonder, who had the worse temper, Ayalah, or the Lotus. One thing was for certain, this was not going to be a smooth operation, by any standards. The Israelis were now moving their pawns, in this international game of chess. Question was which Queen would be rescued, and which one would fall? <3>
-The horrified look on Ayalah’s face, when she stared into the eyes of Alexi, who had the gun pointed squarely between her eyes. She’d been double crossed, by these Russian faggots, who probably didn’t even honour the payment for the information that led to the recovery of the Death Club Star, Mia. “Are you both stupid, do you know who I am? I am an Agent of the Israeli government, and if you think you can just whisk me away, you are both going to regret it.”- The poison and venom in her voice, was evident, defiant, even in the face of the man who held a gun to her head. Her eyes darted between the two men, as she said. “Kusemek!”- She shouted, only to be gripped forcibly around the neck by Alexi, and then having a gag shoved in her mouth, so she could no longer speak. There was no the leg room to kick, since Mia was out cold at the feet of Yuri. Her voice may been taken, but her eyes said it all. The fury of the Assassin, to be caught out in her own game. The limo sped towards the airport, where a private jet was waiting to take Yuri, Alexi and Mia back to Russia, where the nightmare of the two women’s lives was about to begin.
Waiting for the limousine at an Airport hanger just off the main runway, was a Gulfstream private jet, fully fuelled and ready for takeoff within minutes of its passengers boarding. At the foot of the stairs to the plane, were two suited heavies, both wearing dark sunglasses, and armed with revolvers in the jackets. Ear pieces relaying Intel to them, fed from the vehicle, would have both men nod, when the lights of the limousine could be seen coming for the hanger opening. When the vehicle rolled to a stop, Yuri and Alexi would exit the car first, while the heavies dealt with the luggage, so to speak. Mia, was out to it, and so to carry her onto the plane, was a lot easier, then the hell cat Ayalah, who was scratching and kicking, one kick smashing a bouncer in the balls, only to have him double over, while the other body guard restrained her, long enough for Alexi to tie her hands behind her back, and her feet bound together, so there would be no more mule like incidents. He would pat her head, only to have the wild growl come from Ayalah’s throat. God, she was now making a mental list of who she was going to kill and how, once she figured out a way, to escape. The men now had a better chance of getting her on board, but she still threw herself about like a marlin. Whoever was going to tame this brumby, was in for the ride of their life.
Ayalah was carried on board the plane, but only to be taken down the back and tossed onto a chair, and then physically restrained with belts into the sitting position. The Captain announced that they were about to take off, as Yuri and Alexi took their seats, and strapped in, while Ayalah could just make out the head of Mia, which was leaning against a window, but obviously out to the count from whatever drug or sedative they had given her. You could hear the jet engines being started up, and the flashing lights as the maintenance crews and the re fuelers, moved their vehicles out of the way, as the plane was about to taxi down the runway, turn and then fire up to full power, preparing for takeoff. Taking her last look at Prague International airport, she snorted loudly through her nose, when the plane’s jets whined and then with a shrill sound the plane rocketed forward, hurtling down the runway at speed, till finally the nose of the jet lifted off and the Gulfstream rose up into the rainy night sky, soon to leave Prague, and its devastated people behind. For the first time ever, Ayalah was truly out of her depth, and she knew to follow them to Russia, in such a cold winter, was a fools game.
For hours; the flight continued, with Yuri and Alexi laughing, every so often, Alexi glanced back over his shoulder and smirked at Ayalah, as she was restrained in her seat, the gag still in her mouth, so she could not scream obscenities. Ayalah’s eyes were filled with hate for these men, that had gone against the deal, and taken her prisoner, as well as the Night club star, Mia. How could Ayalah been so foolish to think that a Man like Yuri, would simply let her go on her way. This was not the plan, no she had a new assignment in London, and it dawned on her, that her superiors may well wonder where the fuck she was. Turning her head towards the window, she stared at her own reflection, and the image that stared back at her, with the tousled hair, and the gag in her mouth, she seen this before. When in the Special Forces, she was trained for hostage situations, and at one point, they held her head over a large bucket of ice water, where she could see her reflection. One of the men, gripped the back of her head, even though her mouth was gagged, and shoved her head, into the freezing waters. 10 seconds….20 seconds…..30 seconds…and her head brought up, eyes bulging from the cold, and snorting out the ice water from her nostrils. Lungs screaming for oxygen, as the torture were repeated, again and again. This was how they conditioned Ayalah, to mentally toughen her against her captors, whoever they may be, and in the background, a man stood. From being imprisoned in solitary for weeks, with a bag over her head, then her body assaulted with various weapons, as the voice of Uri would come in at the end, and say “שוב.” (Translation: “Again”)
This man, Uri would come to be known as “Pappa”, but he was not loving, nor kind. He was always watching her, right from her youngest days, for as early as she could remember. The Man in Black. The same man; that had taken her from her village, after the tragic death of her parents and family, in a dispute over land and the placement of a new home. Ayalah’s mother was the last to die, from internal injuries, while Uri stood in the back ground, and Ayalah played outside, unaware, that her life would never be the same. Uri Amar, one of Israel’s top agents, and leader of this unit. He insisted, that she go through all the training of his best men. Uri wanted to create the ultimate female mercenary, and for years that followed, that is exactly what she was to become. The blood that flowed through Ayalah’s veins was poison. She became a creature of destruction, that toppled governments, with her intelligence gathering resourcefulness, her ability to get into her target’s mind and life, and then leave them wanting. Ayalah came to be able to detatch herself from the world. Job after Job, Ayalah became more proficient at deception, and trickery. One minute, she would seducing a top Politician, and gaining all his secrets, whilst handing them over to an opposition government, then the next thing, she simply vanished, leaving the man behind desolate, and ruined. How can a woman, whose beauty matches that of the catwalk models of Milan, and yet within her chest, beat the heart of a killer. Cold, ruthless and deadly. Code name : Viper.
The Gulfstream finally touched down at a military airport, somewhere in Russia, but unfortunately with it being night, and the fierce weather conditions, Ayalah could not tell where she was. Unbuckled from her seat, she was again carried, by two Russian heavies, that removed her from the plane, and through her into the back of a van, that seemed to be in service years after the Cold war had ended. Driven for approximately fifty miles, the van came to a stop, and the sounds of arguing was heard outside. A Russian woman’s voice. Ayalah lay in the grime of the back of the truck, her shirt torn, skirt ripped. The doors of the truck flew open, and more guards. Where did they find these muscle bound baboons? Gnarled hands gripped at her, and dragged her from the back of the truck, hoisting her up, and taking her into what appeared to be a stately home, of this….mad man, Yuri. Struggling, was instinct, and she copped a strike to the head, before being tossed into a concrete cell, with no windows, a simple light globe, fitted into the ceiling, a bed that was mounted to the wall, and a toilet, which had seen better days. One of the men, removed her gag, and restraints, pushing her face down onto the bed, and walking out, slamming the door shut. The sound of the keys being turned in an old rusted lock, and this sound grinded in Ayalah’s mind, as she sat herself up slowly, and rubbed her aching wrists. The concrete shoebox, as she would come to call it, was barely big enough to swing a cat, let alone torture a prisoner.
From her years of training, she was flooded with memories, of similar situations, and so she took a deep breath, and rose to standing. Moving across the floor to the door, she ran her fingers down its sides, and to the flap, where food was obviously pushed through. There was a peep hole, and the door was made of solid steel. Riveted, and stronger than it appeared, even after years of neglect. This cell was not built to be escaped from. There was nothing in the room she could fashion into some kind of a weapon, the only thing she had, was her mind. And in order to protect it, she would need to dig deep inside herself. Not to break at the hands of these Russian bears. She growled under her breath;
“אני לא חושש.”
(Translation: “I’m not afraid.”)
Ayalah walked around in a circle, reaching up for her hair, and trying to smooth it back, when the door lock was heard to turn. Lowering her arms slowly, she turned her head to look back and sure enough, it was Yuri, and the owner of the female Russian voice. Her name; Sasha. A woman who may have been beautiful by Russian standards, but seriously looked to Ayalah, like she had a cold metal rod inserted fair up her ass. Course, Alexi was right there too, standing in and closing the door. What was this? The welcome wagon? Where was her fruit basket and champagne for such a wonderful suite? Yes, the strength of her mind was coming into play. Ayalah was not going to let them have the luxury of trying to take her will from her. The only way they could do that, was prizing it from her cold dead hands. Ayalah stared at each of them in turn, and Yuri was first to speak.
“Not talking eh? That’s too bad. I was looking forward to…disciplining you.”
Ayalah held her tongue. To speak now would win no points. A steely resolve, even though the cards were stacked against her. Eyes shifted to the crop holding Sasha, whose sick smile was bad enough to make any sane woman gag. Obviously one that got off on disciplining the “play things” of this Yuri, she was all too eager to make her desires known, as her eyes washed over Ayalah’s sleek but grimy form.
“Yuri, you promised me I could play with the pretty girl.” She whined, and Ayalah rolled her shoulders and stood tall, like the Viper that she was. Venom fuelled words spat from her mouth.
“Yes…let’s play a game. I have one I like to call ‘Let’s Rearrange Sascha’s Face.”
Strike one, in the first war of words, between the two women, which Sasha did not take kindly too at all. The result; a full backhand, that would send Ayalah spiralling down back onto the bed, the taste of blood in her mouth, from a cut to her lip. Licking up the crimson drops, she could not hold back strike two.
“That’s all you got, you bitch? That was a love tap.”
The reaction was swift, with Sasha moving in for the second strike, when Yuri intervened and pulled Sasha back. As far as he was concerned, Ayalah was a new toy to be added to his sparkling collection of beauties. And with her hellfire eyes, and body to die for, she would be worth a pretty penny to a man that liked a woman who could take the rough and give back just as hard. The two argued in Russian, while Ayalah listened intently, trying to gain an insight to Yuri’s plans. Of course, she could understand Russian perfectly, and so she translated in her mind.
“I wish to kill this fucking bitch and choke her on her own steaming entrails! Why you stop me? Sasha snarled, while Yuri hit back with; “Because, my dear Sascha…she is worth more alive than dead. Any man would pay through the teeth to bed such a devil. She must be handled differently than the others.” Sasha softened at Yuri’s words, and fell back alongside him like some obedient Doberman. Yeah, she looked totally like a Doberman, a right bitch. Ayalah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, refusing to show a sign of weakness before her captors. Yuri bowed, and gave his final words for this meeting.
“We will come back when you are feeling more…sociable.” The three then left the cell, the door being locked again once more, and she was left to her own devices. Ayalah rose off the bed slowly, and went to the small hand basin, turning on the tap, and cupping handfuls of water, to wash her blooded face. The stain of her blood filled the sink, and she watched as it gurgled, and then washed away down the sink. Taking off her shoes, she got up on the bed, and started to do sit ups. Ayalah decided, that an idle body, meant an idle mind, and she set to work, on building up her strength. This cell may be her gaol, but she was going to use it to her advantage. Humming a song in her head, she grunted, as she placed her hands behind her head, and pulled her body up to sitting, repeating this, again and again and again.Whoever was watching her through the peep hole, would see a woman, who was not ready, to roll over for her new Masters….Not today….Not ever. <3>
Re: Roleplay Live : The Death Club. GM : iShatteredSanity new
January 20, 2013 05:12AM
Roleplay Live : Group : The Death ClubAlexandros and Ayalah
Love me or hate me?
Players:
iShatteredSanity
CharlotteCarrendar
CharlotteCarrendar:- Smirking that Alex accused her of popping her cherry on his bed, she didn’t let on she was in pain at all, and watched him exit the bedroom, muttering something about his monitors, or needing new ones. Taking a few deep breaths, she rose up and started to peel back her leather jacket top of her cat suit, the cuts in her arms quite deep, and painful. Ayalah tipped her head forward, catching her breath, while she tried to gauge the situation. She truly needed to get out of the apartment, but going back down out the window at this height with her injuries, was simply out of the question. She needed the key code to get out via the lift. Tossing up the thoughts in her mind, she realised, he truly had nothing on her, as far as the suspicious death of Josh; the gym owner. He suspected her of many things, but still didn’t have the truth of her plan. Her mission, was not part of the Russian operation, it was merely to prove to her, that she had the balls, to face him on his turf, and for moments, she stared him down, knowing that she was figuratively on top. Ayala decided that if she was stuck, she was going to enjoy it. Swinging her legs off the bed, she made a yeouch sound, from the foot strike from the kunai. Damn things. She slowly started to tear off her cat suit, revealing her under wear, and a body cut and bleeding. Gathering her senses, she hobbled into the ensuite, and started the shower, taking off the last of her undergarments. Stepping into the shower, under the blasting hot water jets, the bottom of the shower, was coated in her blood. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Well, the living room was a huge mess, but Alexandros could not leave it like that; especially his desk with his computers. After cleaning up all the mess, the broken glass, cleaning the blood from the floor, the kunai from the floor, the needles from the ceiling, Alexandros had sat on his chair, checking all of his machines to see if they were still operating. Glad that only a monitor was trashed, he decided that he would order a new one in the morning. After fixing his desk and rearranging his monitors, he turned on his computers. Phew, they were safe despite the beating that they had taken. Only a few fans were making a lot of noise, but that could be fixed with new cases. Stroking the keys on his keyboard and finishing the repairs, Alexandros leaned back on his couch, now feeling the breeze that seeped in his apartment from the broken windows. Sighing softly he headed towards the broken windows and closed the shutters; at least this way less air would seep inside his apartment. Turning on the heat to warm up the place, he then headed towards the kitchen. There he saw the broken microwave oven and shrugged his shoulders.- “I will get a new one then. Damn…” –He muttered and removed the broken one from the counter, unplugging it from the wall socket and putting it on the side, right next to the elevator door. Then he headed to the main electric panel for his apartment, turning on the switches for the power to be restored in every line. Nodding to himself he was about to head back to his desk when he heard the sound of running water. Walking towards the bathroom, he noticed the steam that came from his cubicle and also some of the blood on the glass walls of the cubicle. For a moment he pitied Ayalah, but he knew that she was too dangerous. He did think of killing her on the spot, but that was not his style. He was trained as a samurai back in Japan, not as a ninja or an assassin. He believed in a good fight and not some assassination attempt. Shrugging his shoulders once more he looked around the place, trying to forget about Ayalah when he noticed that he first aid kit that he had given her earlier was in the trash bin.- “Ungrateful bitch…” –He muttered once more and headed towards the bedroom. Once there he took the leftovers of Ayalah’s suit as well as the blood painted sheets. Tossing the leftovers in the trash can, he headed towards the bathroom where the laundry machine was located at. Shoving the sheets and Ayalah’s underwear in there, Alexandros activated the machine. And then he just sat down on the floor, listening to the sound of the water as Ayalah was taking a shower. He had a chance to do something with her and no longer fap to her pictures, but why wasn’t he entering the cubicle?-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Inside the shower cubicle, Ayalah stood with her right foot raised slightly, the wound quite large, and the blood flowing from the top of her foot, with the water splashing down upon it. She held her left hand up and planted against the tiles, to support herself, as she let the shower jets blast the top of her head, her crimson locks totally wet and clinging to her head. As the water ran down her face, and across her lips, she blew out, spraying the tiles in front of her. Images of the fight between Alex and her, kept rotating in her mind. She should have just killed him. She had the chance, but instead, she had speak instead. Those seconds cost the moment. Was she slipping? Was she truly off her game? Looking like something that had just had a fight with a butching machine, multiple lacerations, she was a right mess. Having tossed away the first aid kit, may have been careless, but she thought she was above all that…above turning to someone she was trying to one up, that she was weak. A sound caught her attention; the clothes washing machine. He must have been really cleaning up, and Ayalah wondered, why isn’t he in here, finishing me off? None of this made sense. Lowering her arm, she turned off the taps, and opened the cubicle door, allowing the steam to escape. Reaching for a towel, she stepped out onto the mat, and started to pat herself down, taking extra care, to the places where she was slashed. Stepping out with just a towel, she saw Alex sitting on the floor. Narrowing her gaze, she said. “Aren’t you going to call..the police?” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Sitting down on the floor, Alexandros was wondering why he did not finish her off. Under different circumstances, Ayalah would deliver the final blow. Could it be that he was actually feeling sympathy for the Israeli assassin? Pity? Perhaps a crush? He was not sure, but the fact still remained that Alexandros was sitting on the floor, staring at the clothes inside the washing machine. Rotating and rotating and rotating and rotating… He was not aware that Ayalah had finished her shower until she walked out and spoke. “Aren’t you going to call..the police?”, Ayalah asked.- “I have some cuffs and a policeman outfit somewhere in my closet. Wanna play cop and burglar?” –Alexandros replied right away. It was a joke, but Alexandros’ tone was not so joking. He was a bit tired. Cleaning up the whole mess was indeed tiring, especially after a fight with Ayalah and after being drugged. But while Alexandros spoke, he did not turn around to look at her, he was just staring at the machine for a few more moments. Then he suddenly got up and looked at her, watching her naked body and scanning her from tip to toe.- “You look much sexier than your pictures.” –He said and turned around so that he could walk outside the bathroom.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Ever the joker, Alexandros’s response brought something of a ha ha, from Ayalah, who winced, cause, after the blade slash to her chest, the movement of her body cause the wound to reopen. “Wanna play cop and burglar?” Very funny. It didn’t surprise her in the slightest that he would have a kink for dressing up. Ayalah stared down at the machine, seeing her clothes going round and round. Great, all she had was a towel. One that was wet and bloody. The idea of streaking to her car in the snow, was not something she had in mind. But then, he got up off the floor, and she could see how his eyes travelled over her naked form, taking every inch of her in, blood and all. “You look much sexier than your pictures.” A compliment? From someone she tried to kill? This scenario was whacked. Even for her. A slight tilt of the head, and she noticed he was leaving, and she said. “You think…THIS..*and she pointed to her open wounds, the blood still trickling down her legs*…is sexy? I …err..look better with clothes on.” This was going against her own code….talking to someone whom was on the other side…like a familiar. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -It seemed that even the devil sometimes could laugh at the humans’ remarks. But the she-devil was in no shape to even do that. But oh well, she had that coming right from the start when she attacked him. But still, Alexandros was surprised that he could get such an expression and reaction from her. And then came his comment on her body, and her reply. Turning his head to look at her, Alexandros gave a slight shrug of his shoulders.- “It seems that you are still a woman. And yes, I am talking that body of yours. Now, come outside. I will tend to your wounds.” –Alexandros said and walked outside the bathroom, heading straight for the first aid kit in the trash can. After taking it out from the can, he headed for the couch where he sat down and leaned his back backwards, patting the seat next to him.- “Come. If I wanted to kill you or harm you in any way, I would have done that by now.” –Alexandros said and waited for Ayalah to be reasonable this time and listen to him.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Ayalah’s eyes darted around the room, before settling back on Alexandros. For the first time, she felt truly alien about the situation. Always having a failsafe plan, to get in, do the job and get out again, before anyone expected or realised what she had done. Ayalah had used her arsenal, and here she was, back to being vunerable and she didn’t like it. Like a cornered animal, wounded, and unsure, as well as naked, with the exception of the towel, she didn’t know what to make of all this. “It seems that you are still a woman. And yes, I am talking that body of yours. Now, come outside. I will tend to your wounds.” It had been years, since a man regarded her as a woman, and not an object or a hired gun. Business before pleasure, but it seemed, to always be business. Ayalah had built a serious wall around herself, as she shut off her emotions, and forgot who she once was. Slowly, she crept after him, the towel barely covering her. The room where she had done most of the damage, was cleaned up pretty well, but the blood splatter remained. Ayalah sat down beside him, though you could see she was pretty much on the edge of the seat. Her eyes showed that she had dropped the barrier slightly, but still was cautious. Seeing the first aid kit, she commented. Her voice different, for it had a definite accent, of an Israeli. “I don’t think you have enough bandages.” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -There is a glow in a wild animal’s eyes. This glow that is proof that the beast is untamed and wild. That glow was there on Ayalah’s eyes. Alexandros had seen that ever since they first met, but right now it was more obvious. Perhaps she had become like a beast in order to protect herself from something. Perhaps something had happened in her past that forced her to become like that. Perhaps this, perhaps that, perhaps so many more things, yet the fact remained; she was wild. Alexandros was waiting on the couch for Ayalah to come, and she did, but she was either not so willing to do that or she was just afraid. Afraid? Hmmm… There was this possibility. Regardless. Alexandros looked at Ayalah as she sat down and chuckled at her comment.- “Who spoke about bandages? Those wounds won’t close with bandages, plus I don’t think that whoever hired you wants to see you in that shape. I am thinking of something more radical.” –Alexandros made a small pause and opened the first aid kit and then a small box that had a small iron plate with the dimensions of 1 x 2 cm.- “I am thinking of something like this. And this.” –He said as he took out the metallic plate that was attached on a small metallic stick with a rubber handle, and a lighter.- “And this is going to hurt, but think about it, the bleeding will stop and you will only need some aloe vera or some shit like that for some time. Then you can take sexy pictures again with no worries.” –Alexandros said and looked at Ayalah, waiting for her reaction and response.-
CharlotteCarrendar; – Alex spoke of Ayalah’s boss, like the man would even care what she looked like. This actually brought out something of a smirk and a roll of the eyes. From what she knew of the Employer, was actually very little. Most of the time, she had dealt with the business side of things through Vlad, and only twice had she been in Yuri’s office in Prague. The man, paid her no mind, only that she did what she was told to do, instructed to do, in order to complete her mission. Ayalah was just a contractor, like anyone else you hire. Now back to the bandaging, or lack of it. Alex had come up with a much more painful way, of healing her. Maybe he was a sadist, and would get off her pain, from his use of the barbaric looking tools. Ayalah sat rigidly on the edge of the couch, not knowing if she should fold her arms, or just rest them on the seat. But then Alex brought up the sexy photos again, and she had to comment. “Just…get it over with. And quit it with the pictures. I am not model…okay..I do not pose”- but then a light came on and she suddenly smirked. “You saw…didn’t you, Alex? The video…did you like that?”- Her curiosity was now awakened. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Alexandros a sadist? Not far from the truth actually. But the method of tending to Ayalah’s wounds was one that he was performing on himself as well. In the past he had suffered from stabs and slashes all over his body, being a little punk and causing huge commotions in the streets of Tokyo as a youngster. That was the fastest way for a wound to heal, even though it was painful. Well, at least less painful than the wound reopening with the bandages and all that jazz.- “Alright then. Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle.” –Alexandros said and chuckled while having a devious smirk on his face.- “I am so going to enjoy this.” –He muttered while snickering. Then he held the stick with his right hand while lighting the lighter and placing the square end on the fire so that the metal could get hot.- “I know that you are not a model, but have you ever thought of becoming one? I bet that you would be a huge success. Think about it…” –Alexandros said and shrugged slightly as the tip was hot enough to close the wound. As he got closer to her chest wound, he heard her last words. Those about the video. Alexandros momentarily stopped moving and then he pressed down the hot metal on her wound, cauterizing it from inside out and smelling the burned tissue.- “Yes, I saw that.” –Alexandros replied sharply and pressed the square end on her wound for some more time before removing it and wiping it with a bandage to clean the blood from it.- “Why do you ask?” –Alexandros asked Ayalah while looking at her and heating up the tip once more for the next wound.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Okay, so maybe she decided to push a button, the tigress showing she still had that vicious streak. Her softer side dissolving, as the merc returned to the fore. She aimed to see, in part if he had indeed seen the footage of Josh dominating her, but in secret, she wanted to know was he truly seeing her as a sex object, a vision of lust. “Alright then. Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle.” Alex said, with a sinister chuckle. Ayalah caught her breath, readying herself for the pain to follow. Her eyes followed his hands, getting the lighter to make the metal of the instrument red hot. But as he did this, he decided to be casual Alex once again. Small talk. About her becoming a model. Had she ever considered it? No, for her work was her life. Alex got closer, when she mentioned the video, pausing before applying the hot searing strip of the metal plate. Yes, I saw that.” Ayalah’s hands gripped the couch, her fingernails driving into the fabric, as she tried to stifle a cry of pain. Her eyes closed tight. The pain was excruciating, but she did not want to appear the coward. Alex’s voice matched that of the metal. Hot and sharp. His hand came up to wipe the blood away, and he stared at her, about to go for the next wound. “Why do you ask?” Finding her voice again, after swallowing hard, she grimaced, seeing the metal was about to touch her skin again. “Would it…be in bad taste to say…I am to die for.” Her brown eyes flickered, and the hidden message in her question was veiled, but would he understand? <3>
Re: Roleplay Live : The Death Club. GM : iShatteredSanity
January 23, 2013 07:09AM
Roleplay Live : Group : The Death ClubAlexandros and Ayalah – The final Countdown
Spy vs Spy
Players;
iShatteredSanity
CharlotteCarrendar
iShatteredSanity: -While Alexandros was pressing down the hot metal on Ayalah’s wound, he could see that she was in pain, a pain that she was trying to conceal. Well, that was something admirable, but also stupid.- “Nice try there kiddo.” –Alexandros said in a semi-sarcastic tone, a line that his uncle was constantly telling him when he was doing the same. Using that lighter to heat up the metal again, Alexandros shot a glance at Ayalah after hearing her latest words; “Would it…be in bad taste to say…I am to die for.”. Alexandros die for her? No way in hell.- “Raison d’etre…” Alexandros muttered as the metal was ready and looked into Ayalah’s eyes.- “I have none of that.” –Alexandros said and pressed the hot metal on her injury on her arm, hearing the sizzling sound and smelling the burned flesh. Holding the metal stationary for a few moments he then slowly removed it while connecting the separated skin and then applying the hot metal once more so that it could somehow glue together. What Alexandros was actually doing was to cauterize the wound and disinfect it before trying to use some other form of stitching. Now, as for the words he said, it was simple; he did not have anything to die for. But he did wonder what Ayalah said by speaking those words, yet he did not put much thought on the matter.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The burning smell of flesh, the sizzle of the metal upon her damaged skin. Oh yes it hurt, but even more so that this Greek buffoon was the one applying his sadistic form of first aid. Try as she might, the Israeli tried to keep her breathing at a steady rate, but she could not help the sharp intake of breathe, when he applied the white hot metal to her skin. Words were her weapons now, a veiled threat if you will. That she was to die for. Josh had already paid with his life, by falling for her seductive charm. A hapless gnat of a man, stumbling into her web of lies and deceit. A mere casualty in this upcoming war, between what would be, the Russians, versus the Greek and the staff of the Death Club. Who would be spared? Who was the target? Ayalah, had the knowledge, and she could toss another poisoned tit bit for him to digest, if he so took the bait. But his hatred for her, was without question. .- “Raison d’etre…” a low audible mutter, as if he didn’t want to have to speak such words, but neither the less, his disgust in her was apparent. If it weren’t for the searing pain of the metal, she would have laughed. “I have none of that.” Ayalah attempted to act as though she didn’t care, and shrugged, whilst keeping her eyes locked on him. “Do you normally…heal your attackers, or do you just get off on burning women?’ <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Alexandros kept tending to her wound until the first aid was done. Removing the now cold metal from her skin and checking her wound by slightly poking it, he leaned a bit backwards, wiping the blood from the metal with a new bandage. Despite that radical method of first aid and stitching, Alexandros always paid attention to infections, so he used a clean bandage to wipe the burned skin and blood from the metal. “Do you normally…heal your attackers, or do you just get off on burning women?”, Ayalah asked him. Looking at her for a moment and then heating up the metal once more, he shrugged his shoulders.- “Good question.” –Alexandros said and made a funny thinking face for a few moments as he thought for an answer.- “Perhaps it is because I don’t want to have a guilty conscience. But still, you can not leave my apartment with bleeding wounds. That would attract unnecessary attention both on yourself and on me, something that I don’t think that you especially need.” –Alexandros said and shrugged his shoulders again.- “Now, give me your foot.” –He said and motioned the foot of hers that was hit by his kunai earlier.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – There was that dopey, childish, annoying face of his. Mocking her. How she despised it now. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was holding the burning metal, and could jab it into her, while she was in this state, she would have happily loved to claw out his eyes, so that he would never be able to see again. Thoughts of such cruelty, actually gave her a reason to show something of a smile, a sick sadistic grin. Now, what was strange, especially to Ayalah, was that Alex was having a conversation with her, on how bad it would look, if she left his apartment, cut and bleeding so horribly. As a matter of fact, he had a point, since if a policemen, or a neighbour caught sight of her leaving like that, they may well investigate, and then you would go down the line of assault charages. But really, did he think that Ayalah wanted to be making any official complaint, since it was she that broke into his apartment to attack him. On the request that she give up her injured foot, she did so, in a way that had her foot land heavily on his knee. He must have fired off at her something like ten or more kunai, and many had left their mark upon her. Ayalah waited for him to go to her with the burning metal again, but did have retort, and one that showed that the kitten, still had claws. “As ATTRACTIVE as you are, I rather not spend the night with you. So let’s just..get this over with, and I be on my way. And you can go back to….taking care of…those whores at the Death Club.” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -As soon as Ayalah’s foot landed on his knee with a thud, Alexandros patted it and made another funny face as he spoke.- “That’s a good girl. Such a good girl.” –The very way he spoke was just like a father would speak to his daughter, cute and innocent and yeah, all that jazz that comes with it. Of course Alexandros was just playing with her, knowing all too well that she wanted to just kill him in the nastiest of ways, but he had the upper hand; first nobody could leave from his apartment since the elevator needed a password and second she was still having those injuries on her body. Heating up the metal and waiting till it was ready, Alexandros turned his head to look at her as she spoke again; “As ATTRACTIVE as you are, I rather not spend the night with you. So let’s just..get this over with, and I be on my way. And you can go back to….taking care of…those whores at the Death Club.”. Alexandros could not hold back a snort and a short laughter that lasted only for a few moments before he settled down.- “Trust me my dear, I don’t think that I am attractive; I just am.” –Alexandros said with a shrug of his shoulders.- “But I don’t let that fact control me. And do not worry, I want you to get the fuck out of here as well. Just be a patient patient and let the doctor fix you up.” –Alexandros said with a smirk on his face.- “As for those whores at the club, I don’t go there to fuck them. I go there to have a drink with my old friend. Nothing more, nothing less.” –He said and finished talking. The metal was ready and he pressed it down on her wound, cauterizing it from inside out before removing it a few moments later.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – One thing about Alex, he knew how to rub this Kitten’s fur the wrong way, and that was to talk down to her, like she was some stupid brainless pet. “That’s a good girl. Such a good girl.” Oh…internally she was positively seething. No one calls her a good girl and gets away with it. Last one that did. Well, he’s dead. The playing, the taunts, were starting to get on her nerves. But the mother of all things he had to say was his belief in how attractive he was. He knew so. A snort followed by a short laugh. CONCEITED! Ayalah could not have possibly had her eyebrows shoot up any higher. Was this guy for real? The clincher however, on how he truly felt, did rise to the surface. He did want her the fuck out. And this was a small win. She wasn’t going to be stuck in the apartment for much longer, and she could get on with the rest of her life, and the next money making adventure to swing her way. Alex spoke of his old friend, and Ayalah nodded and tapped the side of her nose. “Demetrios. Why yes, the man with more whores than he knows what to do with, and yet, he has this simpleton Australain budgie for a girlfriend. I met her…you know, it struck me, the girl is not even a true woman. Is he into the really young?”- Then Ayalah noticed some of the pictures in Alex’s apartment, and chortled, while still being in pain. “Oh no…That’s you. There is a word for the kind of bush you like…or should I say LACK of it. Yes, before you ask, I did my homework too. You and Dem, are…quite the pair. What do you two do in your spare time? Check out middle schools?” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Do ho ho… So predictable. Poor Ayalah hadn’t realized that she was a player in Alexandros’ game, an actor in Alexandros’ movie. She had already lost her cool and resorted to childish taunts, like calling Demetrios and Alexandros pedophiles and also mentioning Dixie as well. Alexandros could not help but smirk deviously as he finished patching Ayalah up and slid her foot down on the couch as he then cleaned the metal from the blood and burned tissue before putting it back in the small box and then inside the first aid kit that he put away. Leaning back on his seat and resting his arms on the arm and the back of the couch, Alexandros shook his head while chuckling.- “Tsk, tsk, tsk… You know, sometimes I wonder if your brain had stopped developing at the age of eight. I mean, seriously, there must be something wrong with you. You let your emotions take over and you make mistakes. Just like earlier when you had the upper hand but you still lost that advantage of yours just to make yourself feel better.” –Alexandros made a small pause and sighed deeply.- “I thought that assassins do not show emotions. Unless I missed the new update, so my bad there.” –Alexandros said while shrugging his shoulders. Of course on the last words he spoke, sarcasm was something that oozed out in gallons, something that was sure to infuriate Ayalah some more. Meanwhile Alexandros was keeping his cool and did not let any of her words to get into him or hurt him.- “And one last thing, I have a liking for women with small breasts, not young girls. There is a huge difference there. But I guess that brain of yours cannot fathom it since its development stopped at the age of eight. I feel sorry for you, I really do.” –He said and snorted while holding back a laughter. Oh how pissed Ayalah was going to be.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The game was one of words, that were meant to cut and wound the other, just like the kunai’s had done earlier, but Ayalah played her cards a bit too early, and now Alex, having the upper hand, was going to do the one thing that would upset her more than anything. Call her stupid, and having lacked brain development from the tender age of eight years old. You could see the sharp rise of blood to her cheeks that stained her skin. A violent look sweeping her eyes, and the signs that her body was getting set to react to his verbal assault. Though as injured as she was, she had not lost the cold blooded streak. Right now, she wanted him dead. She visioned him lying on the floor, in a puddle of his own waste and blood. Hatred is a very strong emotion, and one that was feeding her mind to lash out. She wanted to spit, claw, slash and hack away at him, till he could no longer breath. But then something in her mind triggered, and she froze for a moment. Eight….he kept repeating Eight. Images flashed in her mind, of herself at. Her life stopped when she was eight years old. She died inside at eight. Slowly, Ayalah rose from the couch, and started to walk over towards the window, that had broken shards sticking out of its frame. She stared out into the night sky, and said three words. “Go to hell.” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -How amusing. Her anger and wrath taking over her being. Alexandros could see it and he could feel the tension in the air. That only made him smirk devilishly while enjoying watching her struggling to keep herself from attacking him. But of course that was to be expected. She was the one who had started that war, so she should not be the one to complain about the result. A result that Alexandros never saw coming. It seemed that some of his words had hit a nerve. Looking at her being like a whole different person, Alexandros’ smirk faded away and his eyes followed her as she walked towards the window that was shattered earlier. “Go to hell.”, only three words were spoken.- “I happen to have a desk there my dear assassin. Perhaps you would like to see it sometime?” –Alexandros said as he stood from the couch and walked towards his desk. Once there he grabbed the packet of cigarettes and removed one, placing it on his mouth and then lighting it. Once it was lit, he took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke sharply.- “Seems like I hit a nerve. Better keep in mind next time that when you start a fight, you must be able to finish it.” –Alexandros said, his whole tone changing into a serious one.- “Go take a shower. Again.” –He said and sat on his chair, staring at Ayalah’s reflection on his monitors.-
CharlotteCarrendar; – Quick witted replies to her angered words, were only making things worse. To look at her, she was positively livid, and her fists were trembling. Smart arsed remarks of working for the Devil himself. HA! He couldn’t possibly know who the devil truly was. Barely a glance back from over her shoulder at him, as he stood from the couch. He acted casually and in control. The very place she was craving to be. Control. She lost it and wanted it back badly. Ayalah turned on the ball of her foot, and went to head back to the shower, letting go of the blooded towel and just letting it land on the floor. The look in her eyes, chilling. In an off the cuff remark, she said straight and to the point. “There won’t be a next time.” And walked on into the bathroom, getting in the shower and turning it on full. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -“There won’t be a next time.”, was what Ayalah had said to Alexandros who replied right away.- “No, there won’t.” –Sharply and quick with that serious tone of his. And then he inhaled the smoke, exhaling it slowly as soon as she disappeared into the shower.- “Next time one of us will not live to tell the tale…” –Alexandros mumbled to himself while smoking that cigarette of his and tilting the ash in the ashtray that he took out from the drawer of his desk. Staring blankly outside the window for a few moments, Alexandros sighed deeply. He had a good idea about the button that he had pressed; inner demons. But it was not just Ayalah the one who had such demons. As for his own? Lets just say that the reason for acting like a goof and as a joker most of the time is for that demon of his alone.- “We all have a past… We all have something dark that we want to forget…” –Alexandros said and sighed deeply again.- “Can we though?” –Alexandros had a discussion with himself while putting his cigarette away and heading towards the shower as well. Once there, he removed his black boxers and slid the door open.- “I just want to take a shower and since the cubicle is big enough, we can both do it at the same time.” –He said, this time not being funny but dead serious.-
CharlotteCarrendar: Ayalah could barely make out the mumbling of Alex’s voice. So heavy and rich with the Greek accent, it was hard to understand over the running of the jets in the shower. “Next time one of us will not live to tell the tale…” Well, he was right about that much. One of them would die, but the question was, which one? Ayalah stood under the jets, the water spraying off her into the tiles and the glass. She was no longer bleeding and the seared skin was keeping closed, but the pain was off the charts. There was another pain of course. A gaping chasm that was inside her being. Over the years she had managed to fill this with hate for the people that murdered her parents, before her eyes. Revenge, vengeance, hate, absolute. But no matter how many she killed, no matter how high the number count, it did not cure the emptiness, the void inside her. A bottomless well, from which she would never be sated, her thirst never quenched. THEN he entered, naked into the cubicle. To see a man without clothes, to see him bare, a woman can often be aroused, intimidated, or both. To Ayalah, this was a show of dominance, of winning the game. She wanted to scream and beat her fists against his chest. To hurt her own hands upon him, to make her feel. Her head rose slowly, with droplets of water running down her cheeks, nose and lips. She was not unattractive, far from it, but there was an ugliness, a viral stain, that needed to be swept from her, washed down the drain. <3>
iShatteredSanity: “Whether you say yes or no, I will still enter. So tough it up princess.” –Alexandros said as he walked inside the cubicle that was big enough to fit 5 people with relatively ease. Once Alexandros barged in, he slid the door close and headed straight ahead in the corner that was made by the two walls. Shifting his gaze to the side, he could see Ayalah. It was obvious that she wanted to attack him, but she did not.- “Now, wash my back.” –Alexandros said in a commanding tone and remained silent for a few moments before he turned his head and poked his tongue out of his mouth while making another silly face.- “That would only work if this was a porn movie, right?” –He said and laughed to himself while grabbing the soap and applying some of it on his shoulders while whistling as if he was all alone in the shower.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The cubicle was of size, and he fit in it easily. He quipped at calling her Princess, which was again, condescending. When he uttered “Now, wash my back” You should have seen her face. Her jaw fell open, and though no sound left her mouth, you could imagine her going off the deep end. But then he did that silly face again. The tongue and then another quip below the belt. That would only work if this was a porn movie, right?” WRONG! As he applied the soap to his shoulders, she went to snatch it off him and start furiously scrubbing his back. And not in a nice way. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Well, for Ayalah it was not so funny, but Alexandros could not help himself but laugh at Ayalah’s expression. That was priceless. If only he had a camera to film that scene and watch it over and over. Oh well. It seemed that Ayalah did not like it at all, and it was obvious from the way that she grabbed the soap from his hand and rubbed his back. But Alexandros was actually continuing his joke.- “Oh yess, YESSS!!! HARDER!” –He shouted between moans and soft groans as he wiggled his ass a bit. Too bad that there was no camera nearby…-
CharlotteCarrendar: – “Oh yess, YESSS!!! HARDER!” he bellowed, and then started making sleazy moans and groans like a B grade porn star. Ayalah stopped rubbing, and then placed the soap back in the rest. “I thought I hated you before. NOW…I am certain.”- she then opened the cubicle door and went to step out. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Seeing that Ayalah was not in the mood for a joke, Alexandros sighed deeply and washed away the foam from his back.- “You need to laugh from time to time. While you have such a sexy body, you will ruin it with wrinkles if you keep being serious all the time.” –Alexandros said and turned around to look at her.- “Get back in here, it is my turn to wash your back.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – Ayalah stopped dead and wished that God would just send a lightning bolt down and blow her up, finish off, for it was torture to have to listen to him. “Why….why?” she mumbled, before doing an about face and stomping back into the shower. She was one cranky little assassin. “I laugh, you’re just not funny.” Ayalah leant the wall and waited for Alex to scrub her back to ribbons. <3>
iShatteredSanity: “Apparently your sense of humour is outdated. Welcome to the 21st century.” –Alexandros said and grabbed the soap before he walked towards Ayalah. He could not help himself but stare at her naked body, glistening under the light.- “Relax woman.” –He said again and began scrubbing her back softly.- “We have a temporary truce. Use it wisely.” –Alexandros said again and kept scrubbing her back for some more time while massaging it at the same time.- “Damn, you are so tense.”
CharlotteCarrendar:- “I have every right to be” Ayalah answered to Alex’s statement she was tense. After all she was naked in a shower with the man she tried to kill only hours earlier. “This is not even a date, and you have me naked.” Well at least that part is true. But if he cared to notice, she stopped trembling. Maybe the hellcat was finally calming down. And was that…a joke? <3>
iShatteredSanity: “Well… You do have a point there.” –Alexandros said and rubbed his chin with his left hand that was covered in foam, leaving a small smudge behind.- “But oh well.” –He shrugged his shoulders.- “You can think of it as one if that will make you feel better.” –Alexandros said and kept rubbing her back for some more time, feeling her skin underneath his palm.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – How many women try to kill a man before dating them? Usually, it’s well after the first date, they want to kill them. This was actually funny, and it brought a laugh from Ayalah. Who would have thought, she had a sense of humour. Ayalah had her head bowed, and let him continue to wash her back. She was actually starting to relax. How strange. How can one’s emotions be on such a rollercoaster? He would stop soon surely, and order her out of the shower. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Alexandros could feel that bit by bit Ayalah was relaxing her muscles and the tension disappearing. Perhaps it was due to the words that he had spoken earlier. Perhaps it was due to the tension of them fighting earlier. Perhaps it was because of the reason she had mentioned; the date issue. Alexandros could not tell. Rubbing her back some more, he finally let go of her back and using his hands as cups, he washed away the foam from her back.- “There.” –He said and took a step backwards before turning around and sliding the door open.- “I will prepare clothes for you.” –Alexandros said and walked outside the shower, grabbing a towel from the counter and drying his body before tossing it in the laundry box. The laundry machine was almost done washing his blood stained sheets and her underwear. Then he grabbed a dry towel and placed it on the counter for when Ayalah was to exit the cubicle. Once he had done that he left the bathroom butt naked and walked inside his bedroom. Once there he looked around his closet for clothes that could fit Ayalah.- “Hmm…” –He muttered as he was browsing for clothes.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Ayalah was left, standing on her own in the cubicle, not entirely sure what just happened. He was no longer being condescending, nor derogative. He was not calling her stupid, or being hateful. In fact he was being a gentleman. “I will prepare clothes for you.” Part of her wanted to say thank you, the other part was conflicted and wanted to rip his balls off and shove them up his asshole. A fresh towel was waiting for her as she stepped out, and slowly she dried herself off, almost waiting for him to sing out that he found something for her to wear. Taking the towel around herself, she poked her head out, and sure enough, he was in the buff, humming to himself, as he rifled through his closet. “A t shirt is fine.” She said quietly- <3>
iShatteredSanity: -While Alexandros was still looking for something to give to Ayalah to wear, he suddenly heard her telling him that a T-shirt was fine.- “Alright then.” –He mumbled to himself and took out a black T-shirt with the insignia from Deathclub while chuckling to himself.- “Oh the irony…” –He mumbled again and shook his head before he grabbed a pair of jeans that was of course too big for Ayalah, but still she would need something to wear. Then a pair of socks and a pair of boxers that again was too large for her. For himself he grabbed a tank top that he put on immediately, a pair of black boxers that he put on right away and then closed the closet. Placing the clothes on the bed, he walked towards Ayalah where he stopped.- “The clothes are ready.” –He said and began to walk towards the living room to let Ayalah dress up.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- The clothes that were laid out for her, were probably the last thing she would want to wear. “A Death Club T?” she said to herself, and anyone in the room.”Oi vey.”- She slipped it on, but was still in a great deal of discomfort, and winced, even by the simplest of movement. The boxers and jeans, really big, and hung on her as she took a look at herself in the mirror. “Great….”- she mumbled, and with that, she trudged out of the bedroom, and then went to sit by the elevator, like a cat wanting to be let out to pee. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Since Ayalah began to dress up right away, Alexandros walked outside the bedroom and headed towards the living room. But while he was walking he could hear the “Oi vey.” that parted Ayalah’s mouth. He could not hold back a chuckle though, but it did not matter. Once in the living room he walked towards his computers where he began stroking some keys on the keyboard. And then Ayalah was out, standing right next to the elevator.- “Go on, it is open.” –Alexandros said.- “As for your belongings, I will mail them to you, or I will deliver them personally. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” –Alexandros said and looked at Ayalah, waiting to see what she was going to do.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The elevator door finally opened. Freedom. Alex mentioned that he may mail her clothes to her, or deliver them in person. Ayalah shook her head as she stepped in. This will be the last time they would speak, unless they crossed paths in the future, though she doubted it. “You keep them. Something for you to remember me by. My job is done in Prague. I doubt we will see each other again.” She pressed the inside key panel, as the doors started to close. “Good bye…Alex.” And the doors finally closed. The lift travelled down, as Ayalah leaned against the back of the lift, then wiped away a tear, with a quick sniff. Why did she do that? On reaching the car park, there was someone waiting for her. “You took your time, Ayalah.” The man had a heavy Russian accent, and Ayalah scoffed him as she headed to her car. “You have no right to follow me, Vlad, I have done my part, and got my money. This game, can continue without me.” She got in her car, and started it up, not even looking back as she took off, the sound of the tyres squealing on the concrete surface. “That is where you are wrong, Ayalah….once you start the game, you become a pawn, like everyone else.” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -It had been a couple of days ever since the incident at the Balls of Steel gym where Josh was found dead under some really weird circumstances. Of course the whole thing did not seem to be random to Alexandros who had begun his own investigation. But he did not have to look far. Just checking the videos from the CCTV and also the last captured images from Josh’s laptop, Alexandros knew that someone was behind all that. And judging from the last pictures from Josh’s laptop, Alexandros had already one suspect, that muscle man from Russian, the one that went by the name Vlad; either it was his real name or not, Vlad was already in Alexandros’ list. Doing some background check on Josh, Alexandros thought of letting Demetrios know. Grabbing his phone and dialing Demetrios’ number, Alexandros waited for some time. Waiting… Waiting… Damn, no answer. Well, he could always leave a message.- “Hey man, this is me. I have some news regarding that Ayalah chick I told you on the message. S—” –Suddenly Alexandros’ sentence was cut in half when he noticed that he was not alone. Coughing softly to clear his throat he leaned forward to his desk and grabbed 2 kunais that he had hidden underneath his desk for just in case. Terminating the call and shoving his cell phone in his pocket, he hid the kunais up his sleeve and headed towards his bedroom. Once there, he opened the closet that he kept his clothes and pulled out his katana, that custom made sword that was jet black in color. Holding the sheathed sword and grabbing the handle, ready for an iaido, the quick slash that the samurais perform, he was waiting right next to the door, hidden behind the small curtain. Hide and seek, in his own apartment. Whoever it was, it meant business.
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-CharlotteCarrendar: – The days following the death of Josh Cardwell, had left the staff and patrons of the Balls of Steel gym; both shocked and dismayed. The widow had made a statement to the police and also had made a press interview, where she spoke highly of her husband, for his achievements in both the business and his love for his family. A brave face, from a destroyed woman. But there was another, who was very much involved with the death of Josh, but couldn’t have cared less. He was just a pawn in this international game of chess. Tonight, it seemed, the pieces on the board, were about to move again. Alex, had dared Ayalah to meet with him and finish the fight that began in the carpark of the Balls of Steel gym. At the time, she was just in her regular clothes, no weapons, and having to rely on her cunning, to get away from what could have been a disastrous situation for her job. But little did Alex realise, that his arrogance, and that of Josh’s lack of care to her attack, led her down a path, to destroy the businessman. So as Alex, was trying to get a hold of Demetrios, to warn him about the danger of Ayalah, Ayalah was outside his bedroom window, preparing for round two. Wearing a skin tight leather cat suit, high heeled boots, with dagger tips, and trigger eject syringes on special wrist braces under her sleeves, the wily Israeli assassin had come equipped, to deal with the Greek…Once and for all. She slid open the window, and climbed in. Her breath was shallow, with chest rising and falling. Activating her night vision goggles, she quickly surveyed the room for sight of him. <3>
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iShatteredSanity: -There was this eerie silence in the apartment. Well, not deadly silence, but given that the only sounds were the sounds of the motor of the fridge, the sound of the fans on Alexandros’ computers and the sound of the wind entering the apartment, it was as if it was the scene of a horror movie; all that was left was the hordes of zombies to barge in and let the fuckfest begin. As soon as the window was opened, a LED was lit on the small monitor inside Alexandros’ bedroom, notifying him that there was someone inside the apartment. Of course it was the alarm that Alexandros himself had created and installed in his apartment to let him know where an intruder was. With many sensors installed, there was no way that any intruder would go unnoticed. Alexandros saw the light turning on and he knew where the intruder was. Narrowing his eyes and hitting the switch to kill the lights, he moved to the other side of his bedroom, heading towards his bed where he had his belt with the 15 kunais; he was glad that he was prepared for the worse. Wearing it around his waist, he was sure not to make a single sound. Since there was no sound from the intruder, Alexandros assumed that whoever it was, they were prepared for everything. With the lights killed and no reaction from the intruder, Alexandros also assumed that whoever it was they had some sort goggles that allowed them to either enable them to see in the dark, or see heat sources. Both devices working in a similar way, so Alexandros could use something to go against that machine. Taking a few deep breaths, he hid behind his bed where he looked for his own goggles, those custom made ones that he had used in the raid of the Russians’ hideout some time ago. Putting them on and activating them, he could see just fine in the dark. Though there was something special about them, while they could find heat sources and also work as night vision goggles, in the case that a strong light was pointed towards them, they would not blind the user. They worked like the eyes of a human, the diaphragm would open wide and close so that the user’s eyes would not get damaged. Well, he had paid about 50.000 bucks for them. So, with the goggles on, he pondered on putting on his shoes, but that would mean that he would make many sounds, unnecessary sounds, so he let it go. Waiting for some more time, Alexandros kept holding his sheathed blade with his left hand as he held the two kunais with his right one. And there he waited, behind his bed, thinking of some way to distract the intruder, but it was still too early to use tricks. Patience is a virtue after all.-
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CharlotteCarrendar:- Eerie silence. Ayalah’s eyes darted back and forth from behind her goggles. The lights that had shone from the other rooms had been killed, like the power cut. But the Israeli knew, her target was not far away…not far at all. Two quick sniffs of the air, and she got that lingering scent of Alex. How did she recall? Well, he got up close and personal, when he grabbed her in the car park, and she got a really good whiff of him. Body odour, mixed with his aftershave and own masculine musk. Slowly reaching around behind her, Ayalah took out a face mask, a small device that fitted snugly over her nose and mouth. Fitted with hooks upon her ears, it stayed neatly in place, and she turned the dial slowly to adjust her breathing. Again, she surveyed the room. Still no sound. He did not appear to be in the bedroom, so she started for the doorway, reaching around and unhooking a small cylinder from her utility belt. Holding it in her right hand, it was a flashbomb, designed to stun and spread the agent Fentanyl, which would render her victim unconscious. Slowly she crept into the lounge area and spotted his computers. <3>
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iShatteredSanity: -More and more moments had passed, and there was still no movement. Looking at the small panel inside his bedroom, Alexandros had a good idea about the location of the intruder. Narrowing his eyes behind his goggles, he placed the kunais on the bed so that he could take out his phone and put it on silence; he did not want his location to be compromised by a call. Once he was done, he put the phone back in his pocket and grabbed the kunais with his right hand. Now, what could he do? The more he waited, the more it was going to be disadvantageous for him. And he had left his computers unattended. Shit, that was not good. Well, the only good thing was that all the files were encrypted, so even if someone was to copy them, not only they would need time to copy all those terabytes but they would be useless, especially since foreign devices that were not recognized by the computer they would not work on it. But still, one could look through the files. It was now or never. Alexandros was glad that he was not wearing any shoes. That gave him the opportunity to move around silently, making only the slightest of noises; as if a cat was walking. Nodding his head and going on the offensive first, he walked around the bed and waited at the door. From the LED that was on he had a good idea about the location of the intruder, and given the fact that the windows were not covered with curtains, the light from the stars and the moon assisted him. He could see a shadow. Whoever it was, they had a small frame. “Shit, this is not good.”, Alexandros thought. Small frames are hard to pinpoint in such situations, but this was his home, this was his stage; and he was not going to lose. Cocking his head outside the door frame he saw the intruder. Turning his head to look in front of him, he saw that the counter where he prepared his food could work as a cover. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Alexandros held the kunais tight in his right hand. And then he did it. He dashed forward, heading for the counter. Of course while running towards the counter he looked at the intruder. His eyes locked on the intruder’s right hand. There was this strange cylinder thingy, what was it? A grenade of shorts? Shit, that was not good. There were so many types of grenades, but there was no way that it was an explosive type. Alexandros’ heart began to beat fast, pumping his blood with adrenaline. This was not good, he was not prepared for that. But still he did not lose his cool. Since he was on the offensive, he could not back down anymore. Exhaling sharply he aimed for the intruder’s right arm and threw the kunais as fast as he could. If he was successful, perhaps he could injure the intruder and get rid of that cylinder. With the two kunais thrown, Alexandros ducked and hid behind the counter while also grabbing two more kunais from his belt for just in case. The game had already started, but who would lose it?-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Ayalah’s heart was pounding. The sound in her own ears, deafening. Somewhere in that apartment, he was there. The computers had been left on. Her neck twisted, head turning to the right. She stared at them directly. No, she had not come to do work on his computers. This was not a game of espionage, nor did she even need the computer files. She had everything she already needed for the job as employed by the Russians. THIS was payback, for the humiliation that she endured in front of the crowd at the gym. No one..Humiliates Ayalah and gets away scot free. Fingers, coil around the flash bomb, her thumb itching on the trigger. THEN she heard it. Like a cat..only heavier. Coming from…the bedroom. But Alex was fast, faster than a cougar. Ayalah spun around, anger fuelled eyes hidden behind her night vision goggles. The rasp of her breath through the vox grill. Knees slightly bent, ready and poised like a viper set to spring forth, she leapt right, and then as he spirited past, and dived behind a counter, he hurled the two kunai for her right arm, which hit. Growling from behind her mask, she lobbed the cylinder in the direction from the counter, and grabbed at her right arm, which was sliced open and bleeding. 5..4…3..2…1…..BOOM! <3>
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iShatteredSanity: -The whole thing lasted only mere fragments of a second, yet for Alexandros it seemed like hours. He was confident that he could pull it through, but the cylinder thingy that looked like a grenade of shorts was actually making shake a bit. Alexandros knew very well that it could be a stun grenade, a smoke grenade, a poison grenade, and pretty much a harmless to the apartment grenade, but harmful to him. Since he did not have a mask to cover his mouth, he was at a disadvantage, so of course he was shaken a bit. But still, he had attacked first. And it seemed that he was successful. He heard the rip of the uniform that the intruder was wearing. Nodding to his success, Alexandros cocked his head to look at the intruder over the counter when he heard that clinging sound from the cylinder. “OH SHIT!”, Alexandros thought and immediately threw the two kunais towards the windows in the living room, breaking them so that fresh air would seep in. He did not have to worry about fixing them, what mattered was that he had to contain that explosion as much as he could. Alexandros was lucky. As soon as the grenade exploded, the windows had already shattered and the glasses fell down, allowing the stream of air to seep in. Soon a cloud came off the grenade and if the windows were not smashed, that could be Alexandros’ fall in there. Grabbing three more kunais from his belt and holding them with his right hand, he unsheathed his katana with his left hand and waited behind the counter. Taking a few deep breaths and holding them in, he used his shirt as some sort of mask to keep himself somehow protected against the cloud that came from the grenade, that is until the whole place was cleared from the wind that was blowing in. For once, he was glad that he was having an apartment that was pretty high and that wind could seep in.-
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CharlotteCarrendar:- The grenade did its job, exploding right on cue, but for her, she had been hit by the two kunai’s and blood was spewing out of her right arm. Furious, that he would make the attack, you could hear her growling audibly through the vox grill of her gas mask. As the cloud of gas seeped into the air of the apartment, she heard the crash of the windows being broken by the second throw of his kunai. The wind that swept in from the removal of the glass panel, meant that the gas cloud would not be contained in the apartment, but be sucked out by the forces that draw air from buildings at a high altitude. Literally seething, she stared back at the counter. That was from where the kunais had been thrown. So…that is where he hid, with god knows what weapons. An injured animal, will lash out in fury, and Ayalah was furious. But what she did next, was purely out of spite. With the force of kick back, like a horse, and with the computers right behind her, she struck out with the dagger tipped heels of her boots, to strike one of the computers right through its screen, that would send up a shower of sparks. The clunk, thud of the computer hitting the floor, could be heard, as she turned her head back towards the counter. “DARE ME ALEX!” –she shouted in a metallic like voice from behind her gas mask. <3>
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iShatteredSanity: -The air that entered the apartment was enough to take away most of the cloud form the grenade, a cloud that contained something, something that Alexandros did not know of, but he surely did not want to know. Once again being glad that his apartment was pretty high, Alexandros sighed softly and let go of his breath that he had kept inside his lungs. Waiting for some more moments, Alexandros thought of lunging towards the intruder and engage him in close quarters combat, a style that Alexandros knew that he himself had the upper hand; with kunais and a katana, it was going to be a mere child’s game. But… He was not prepared for what followed. The sound of one of his monitors being smashed and then the yell; “DARE ME ALEX!”. That… THAT WAS AYALAH! THAT BITCH! Cocking his head over the counter to look at Ayalah, he looked at the monitor lying on the ground, smashed and the sparks that were created since the device was destroyed.- “Oh no you didn’t…” –Alexandros mumbled and charged straight at Ayalah. Of course since a device was broken and electricity was not completing a circuit, the electricity was cut off to his computers, that immediately shut down. No more power was being transmitted from the power line, something that was good for Alex since perhaps it could be lethal for him due to the fact that he was barefoot.- “I commend you bitch, but sadly you are in my stage. It is game over…” –Alexandros said as he lunged towards Ayalah with his sword aiming for her chest. But that was a faint attack. He did not have any intention of going at her straightforward. He did not know what she had as weaponry, she he needed to play it smart. Lunging at her he immediately shifted his body to the right after using his right leg as an axis to pivot his body in a perfect 90 degrees angle so that he could dash towards the wall. Using the force of his movement, he jumped up the wall and began climbing it. And then he jumped off the wall by bending both his knees so that he could get more power on his jump, something that allowed him to jump about 2 meters back. While in midair he used the three kunais that he held with his right hand. One was aimed at her feet, the other one at her head and the last one was thrown when he landed on the couch, aiming for her chest. Of course Ayalah could easily avoid them, but she would have to move fast.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The Israeli cracked her neck, and rolled her shoulders, as her boot hit the floor, after downing one of his computers. One thing you need to know about women, is when they hit back, it’s usually at something the man loves. And it was no secret to her, he loved those computers, and the pictures, porn and files, that were on them. Blood was now dripping from her arm onto the floor, in a small pool, but as she was stationary, she would not be standing still forever. “Oh no you didn’t…” Yep…she did. The gas having cleared the room, since Alex had smashed the window with his kunai, there was no further need for the mask, which she tore from her face and threw down. Light on her feet, tension building, she heard the ~thud thud thud~ as he charged her, with the glint of the sword, the kitana aimed for her chest. A simple parry turn, to counter had her stand side on, so the sword would slash her leather fight suit, exposing part of her breast. Again, more blood, but the Israeli only smiled, a sick and twisted grin. Her eyes followed as he dashed towards the wall, using momentum to spring up. As she did so, cut and bleeding, she simply raised her left arm and activated a switch on the inside of her palm. This released the first syringe, one of three. As he was mid air, and she fired, aiming for his chest, as the first kunai struck her foot. “GAAAH!” she cried. Tears welling in her eyes from pain. The second kunai would be aiming for her head, and this she dived from, though landing on the floor, she did a tumble, only to hop up on one foot. Her other damaged from the kunai strike. The third kunai, she blocked with her already bleeding arm, and then picked it out with her left hand and tossed it on the floor. Still hopping, she spat on the floor, before sniffing. Two syringes left in her left arm. She was down…but far from out. “DARE ME ALEX!” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -The time seemed to have slowed down a lot for both of them who were not backing down. Ayalah who was trying to kill Alexandros; or try to toy with him. And Alexandros who was never saying no to a game. Both of them were quite stubborn, but still they would not settle down until it was game over for one of them; or both of them. Alexandros’ attacks so far were successful, managing to land a few hits on Ayalah that could be fatal if more time was to pass by. But that could be said for Ayalah as well. While Alexandros was in midair, right before he had landed on the couch, Ayalah’s attack with the needle seemed to land on him. Maybe not on the place that she wanted to, but still a good spot; his left thigh. That was not good. But that was not all. When Alexandros landed on the couch, his left foot landed on the fragment of the broken glass. Shit, that was not good, not good at all. But still, Alexandros could handle that pain. Maybe due to his training, but also due to the poison that the needle was coated in. After removing the needle from his thigh and tossing it away, outside the window, Alexandros grabbed another set of kunais that he held with his left hand while he held his katana with his right. He could feel the effects of the poison on his body already and he knew that the more he was to move around, the faster the poison would spread on his body. Shit, that was not good, but at least he could defend. Settling on the couch and kicking away the broken glass, Alexandros assumed a defensive pose, shooting a glare at Ayalah behind his goggles.- “I have dared you twice already. Now, come at me, that is if you are the assassin you claim to be. Come on, I am waiting.” –Of course Ayalah could realize that he was just trying to make her come at him so that he would not move around that much, but he did not think that she would remain silent after she was taunted like that.- “Come miss assassin, COME!” –Alexandros shouted and held the two kunais tight with his left hand, waiting for Ayalah’s next move while waiting in that defensive position with his sword’s tip facing down, ready to move towards any direction that Alexandros wished. As for his breathing, he slowed it down as much as he could, taking deep and slow breathes, keeping them in as much as he could and also dropping his heart beat to the lowest possible beats.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Israeli with a blackened heart, laughed through her pain, as Alex landed on the couch, and she could just make out the look on his face. The needle hit…and it was a matter of time, before the poison made its way through his system. In order for it to move faster through his veins, he needed to move, and that would be the last thing. With her good arm, she wiped the second computer off the desk, and started to hobble backwards, towards the kitchen, as he spoke, .- “Come miss assassin, COME!” She reached for her utility belt and took out a simple can of deodorant. Opening the microwave oven, she simply flicked it in, and pressed the two minute mark, turning it on. The sound of the microwave turning could be heard, and she started to laugh. “I will never…cum for you, Alex” With the electrical wires exposed in the room, and a two minute count down, she laughed again. “Bye…Alex.” And with that, she started for the window that she entered from- <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Well, it was dead obvious that Alexandros did not want to move and that he was only making Ayalah charge at him so that he could attack her with his defensive pose. Ayalah had seen through his little trick and instead of answering his dare, she chose to just destroy his computers. “My poor computers.”, Alexandros thought as he looked at Ayalah heading to the kitchen while holding something in her hand. He could see the blood trail on the floor, signs that his attacks earlier were a big success. Looking at Ayalah and sighing deeply, Alexandros sat on the couch and shook his head.- “So much for responding to my dare. I guess that you are an assassin only for show. I pity you Ayalah, I really pity you. Oh well…” –He said to Ayalah as she was leaving his apartment. Then he looked at the timer on the microwave oven and shook his head again.- “I like the fact that you underestimate me my dear. Too bad… Too bad…” –Alexandros said and threw one kunai at the microwave oven, messing up with the small panel and causing it to malfunction. Since there was a leak in electrical power, the relay button on the main electric panel in the apartment was triggered and the power in the apartment went down, thus the danger of an explosion had already vanished into thin air.- “Assassin… You make me laugh…” –Alexandros said, still taunting Ayalah even though she was leaving the apartment from the place she had entered it only minutes ago. As for the numbness, he could feel it spreading upwards on his body. If Ayalah was to make a move on Alexandros, he was pretty much screwed, but he would not go down without a fight. Taking another one kunai and holding it along with the other one in his left hand, he was still pointing the blade tip of his katana towards Ayalah, again in a defensive pose.- “Adieu…”
CharlotteCarrendar:- The kunai hitting the control panel, and causing the malfunction of the microwave, also shorting the power to the apartment had Ayalah punch a wall. She hobbled back into the room, and heard what Alex had said. “Assassin… You make me laugh…” He was taunting her, using the one thing she hated above all others, to be seen as less than she can be. Ayalah tore off her goggles, and tossed them on the floor. Bleeding, and weakened, she still had resolve. Another two steps, though slowed, she makes her way towards him. Eyes flicker down at the kunai he holds in his hand, along with the sword, in his right. “Adieu?…I don’t think so.” –Slowly she raised her left arm again, the one that had the last two syringes. Pointed at his head, she said…”Laugh now, Alex. Your life…is in my hands.” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Shit, Alexandros was really screwed. He could feel his entire left foot numbed. Ayalah was standing only 3 meters away from him, aiming for his head with the mechanical thingy around her wrist that she used earlier to shoot that syringe with the poison at him, the very poison that was running through his veins and caused him to immobilize. Sighing deeply Alexandros looked at Ayalah and took off his goggles so that he could stare into her eyes.- “Make me.” –Alexandros said, still keeping himself calm and his heartbeat in the lowest beats possible. He was not going to do her the favor and ask for mercy. If Alexandros was to die, he would go down with pride; just like he was taught back in Japan.- “This is the end Ayalah.” –Alexandros said and mustered his strength to raise from the couch and jump away from it while also throwing one kunai at her left thigh and the other one at her chest, aiming for her heart. Of course Ayalah could easily avoid them, but Alexandros grabbed two more kunais that he held with his left hand again while he was also lunging towards her, using the momentum of his jump. His blade tip was aiming for her stomach and if she was to move on either side, he would just change the trajectory of his thrust. Now, even if she managed to shoot more syringes at him, that would all be futile since Alexandros was already on the move. But again that was a faint too. He would not taint his blade with the blood of a coward. Even if he still had the chance to kill her on the spot, he would just flip the blade and hit her with the pommel, a good way to immobilize her in a non-lethal way.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Ayalah stood with a look of defiance in her eyes. Her arm held straight up, pointed at his head. But Alex was cocky to the last. “Make me.” Alexandros said, almost breathlessly. The poison was working, slowly making him numb. Ayalah took two deep breaths, and swayed slightly. As Alex said, this is the end; she shook her head and said in reply. “No…You are wrong. This…is just the beginning.” Why would she say such a thing? Both were wounded, both could easily die if the other forced their hand. And then, in a surprise move, Alex got strength from a place that Ayalah could not have known of. Thinking he was well incapacitated, would be her mistake. Alex made a lunge that would be a dual attack. This set her off balance and in the effort to avoid a blade strike, her left arm went up, and the two syringes rocketed out, hitting the ceiling. Ayalah stumbled, and then the blade that was aimed at her stomach, would the kunai strike her left thigh. Another hit. The Israeli was now riddled with them. An attempt to avoid the blade strike meant he could hit her with the pommel and take her down. There was sure to be a real mess on the floor. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Well, that was pretty much it. Alexandros had mustered all the strength he could find in order to land a final blow to Ayalah. It was a kill or be killed situation. But it was a proof that Alexandros never backed down from a dare, unlike Ayalah herself; thus Alexandros calling her a coward. In a game both parties need to respond to a dare, but it seemed that he was the only one playing by the book. Oh well, it did not really mind though. Now, with his kunai attacks being a success and avoiding another needle, Alexandros fell on Ayalah while hitting her stomach with his sword’s pommel. At least it was not a lethal attack, he only wanted to just make her unable to move for some time; time that he needed for the effect of the poison to perhaps wear off. Since he could not hold back due to the momentum of his charge and also since his other leg had started to go numb, Alexandros fell on Ayalah just like a football player tackles his opponent. Letting a loud groan part his mouth, Alexandros let go of his sword and kunais, resting his hands on Ayalah’s wrists, rendering her unable to move.- “Well… Seems like we are both fucked up. How about taking a break and perhaps unleash our fury in some other form of combat? I hear that fights in a bedroom are quite exhilarating. How about some pillow fighting? Or some fencing after we tend to our wounds?” –Alexandros asked with an innocent grin on his face, just like a 3 years old boy.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- “I hate you.”- Those were the three words, the only three words, that Ayalah could think to say, as his lineback like tackle had her thrown down on the floor. Hands pinned down, and with various strike marks bleeding profusely. But time for talking was over. Struggling now for breath, she stared hard into his eyes, refusing to say another word. His boyish charms fell flat on her. What would happen now? <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Still with that innocent grin on his face, Alexandros shrugged his shoulders slightly before he replied to Ayalah.- “Well my dear, the feelings are mutual. I hate you too. Well, uhm, hate is not the right word. I… Uhm…” –Alexandros made a slight pause to think, all the while making funny faces while moaning softly.- “Hmm… I love to hate you? I think that it is more fitting, my dear assassin.” –Alexandros said and chuckled playfully.- “Now, tell me, how long will it take for the effect of whatever those needles were coated in, to wear off? Don’t get me wrong, I like being on top, but I would like to see what will happen if you are on top.” –Alexandros said, still in that childish behaviour of his as he winked a few times.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The weight of Alex’s bulk upon her, was causing her great discomfort, but what was more annoying, was the ridiculous faces he was pulling. He took no offence to her saying she hated him, and in fact, used it against her, by further taunts. How he loved to hate her. He was condescending, and a brute to boot. Ayalah had no reason to lie, and nothing to be gained, when asked how long the poison wore off. “Twenty minutes…and trust me, I am as eager for you to be off me, as you are.” No denying, she had venom in her voice. <3>
iShatteredSanity: “Twenty minutes. Good. You will only have to wait for less than that.” –Alexandros said as the numbness had already reached his arms.- “But while waiting, what is your favourite food? I bet that you are hungry, and I don’t like being rude to my guests.” –Alexandros said as his grip on her wrists was not as strong as before, but still strong enough to keep her in pinned down.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Now, he was toying with her. Still gripping her wrists, and then asking her ridiculous questions about food. But suddenly, she had reason to smirk. “I hate Greek food, but there is this..little Australian dish….oh yes, she is very tasty.” The look in Ayalah’s eyes was evil, no doubt about it. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Since Ayalah could not do much, she had decided to resort to other tactics, such as mentioning Dixie. Alexandros could not help himself but smirk deviously as he spoke again.- “I know. That’s the best dish, and it goes best with Greek appetizer.” –Alexandros said and chuckled.- “You know, you need to work on that taste of humour of yours. Your jokes are not as good as you think.” –Alexandros said and his head lowered a bit.- “Plus you don’t want to touch that Greek food, it will burn you from inside out. It will choke you to death.” –Alexandros said and let out a sadistic chuckle.- “But oh well, that’s what I like about him. If it was him the one who you attacked, you would be dead in a matter of moments. Not that I could not have finished you by myself, but you see, I like games. I love games. I love fooling around. I hope that you will know better next time my dear assassin.” –Alexandros said and let out a soft breath on her ear.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- There was not much Ayalah could do, but take his insults, as he tried to shrug off each thing she said. Course, he did admit one thing, that he loved games. Clearly, from his wrecked computers he did. But the truth was, there was a game, he was not aware of, going on, right as they spoke. “I know a game…I bet you would like to play…it’s called…who will die next?”- She then whispered in his ear. “You are never going to guess who.” She rest her head again on the floor, and with a well shaped brow raised, she waited for his reaction. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Alexandros just lied there, educating the Israeli assassin about a couple of things and listening to her replies. Shrugging his shoulders, Alexandros chuckled once more.- “My dear, I don’t care about anyone else but my own ass. You can go and attack whoever you like, I really don’t care. I just back up those who ask for my help.” –Alexandros replied as he got a hint from her, intentionally or unintentionally. Alexandros took his time with her, he was in no rush after all.- “And if you want to come after me again, you are free to do that. Do that as many times as you want, I will fend you off every single one of those. But here is an advice…” –Alexandros leaned closer to her to whisper to her ear in a voice full of killing intent.- “…you may not live to tell the story next time.” –Alexandros said and cracked his neck a few times, noticing that he was getting back his body functions.- “Well, it seems like the effect of whatever your needles were coated in, it is wearing off. Now, I am going to take a shower. You are free to do as you please.” –Alexandros said and managed to get off her and stand on his feet, holding the wall though to support his frame. Then he headed for his desk where he pulled out a first aid kit from a drawer and tossed it on Ayalah, not caring if it was to hit her chest, head, arms or just land next to her.- “Use it.” –Alexandros said and slowly removed his shirt, tossing it on the floor before removing his pants and staying only in his black boxers. The wound on his foot was not bad, but still he was leaving bloody footprints on the floor.- “I hate cleaning up damnit…” –He said and sighed in a comical way as he entered the bathroom where he turned the valve for the hot water and after a few moments he entered the cubicle. Now, what was Ayalah going to do?-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Ayalah’s eyes pierced Alex’s as he rattled off that he was only caring for one person, and that was himself. So really, the games he played were the ones he made himself, and created the rule book for. Ayalah snorted loudly, when he came to whisper in her ear, that she would not live to tell the tale, next time their paths did cross. The needles drug wore off, and he rolled her off her, staggering for the shower, complaining about the mess. Next thing she knows, she is hit in the chest by a first aid kit. Snatching it up, she pushed herself up, and stared at it, as she heard the water running in his shower. Knowing, in her heart, she could have killed him a number of times, sated her need to prove she was worthy to the assignment. Another thing, it also showed, he was still unaware of the true target. Ayalah tossed the first aid kit in the bin and strode over to his bedroom, and lay down on his bed, quite exhausted from the fight. Going out the window, in her condition, was foolhardy. Getting the key to the lift, impossible. So..she decided, to be…annoying. And bleed, all over his clean sheets. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Alexandros had headed straight for the shower, not feeling intimidated or scared with leaving Ayalah in the living room. After all she was in no condition to fight anymore. And even if she was to kill him, she could not exit his apartment without the code for the elevator that only Alexandros, Demetrios and two more people knew. After taking a nice and long shower, one that he really needed, Alexandros exited the cubicle and tended to his wound on his foot. Covering it with a bandage to stop the bleeding, he did not bother to dry his body and as he was soaking wet, he headed towards his bedroom, only to find Ayalah staining his sheets with her blood.- “Great. You popped the cherry on my bed.” –He said and shook his head.- “Meh, whatever, have fun. I am going to fix whatever I can from my computers. Laters…” –Alexandros said and grabbed a pair of boxers from the closet, putting it on and heading inside the living room. After turning on the power in the house and deactivating a few lines, he began to clean up the whole mess, all the blood and the kunais from the floor. Then he wiped the floor clean from the glasses, and also the couch. Once he was done, he sat back on his chair in his desk, shaking his head and sighing deeply.- “I will need new monitors… Oh well, shit happens.” –Alexandros said and began to repair his computers, being glad that only the frames were damaged by the crazy Israeli bitch that was occupying his bed.-
Re: Agent Ayalah Romach – Israeli Assassin for hire
January 12, 2013 11:49PM
Role Play Group : The Death ClubAgent Ayalah Romach – Israeli Assassin for hire
Writer – CharlotteCarrendar
Take my breath away
7:30pm – Josh had combed the streets, been to many a bar, cafe, restaurant, any place that his darling Ayalah might be. Stray ginger hairs sat on his shoulders, as he had been pulling them, in frustration, not being able to locate the Israeli temptress. “Where can she be?” The voice in his head screaming. Panicking, like a druggie, needing to score, he wanted her, flashes of images of her on his lap top, moments of madness when he brutally took her in that apartment….that was an empty shell now. Scrubbed clean of him, and of her. That wondrous night, was now just a fantasy. His BMW’s tyres screamed as he took off into the traffic from yet another failed stop. Women; beautiful women everywhere, but there was no Ayalah. She had managed to bewitch him in a way that no other woman ever had or could. ~“Oh yes..” she said. She promised. She promised herself to me~ he was now thinking out loud.
Pulling up at the lights, his cellphone started to ring. Maybe this was her! Quickly, Josh turned on the loudspeaker, hoping it was that enchanting voice. “Baby….where the fuck are you? I want you to meet me at the gym…I am going to fuck…” –but he stopped mid sentence, as a different woman’s voice started to speak. One, that had been crying for hours. The voice was hoarse, and barely recognisable. “You!…Son of a bitch! I know what you did. You CHEATER! All your things are out in the driveway and front yard. I never want to see you…or your whores…EVER AGAIN! You are finished. My father..He is going to change the managing rights tomorrow. Get your things out of the office…and go be with your…WHORE!”- The phone went dead, as Josh stared straight ahead, his fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel. The lights changed to green, but his car failed to move. Behind him, other cars were honking their horns and the drivers were shouting obscenities, but Josh could no longer hear them.
8:00pm – Balls of Steel Gym was in its final hour of opening. The clang of metal bar bells, the grunts of the weight lifters, the heavy thud thud thud from the aerobic class, all music to the ears of Summer Childs, who was at the reception with a very good looking Russian body builder. Vlad was new and signing in registration forms, all the while, chatting up the pretty receptionist. Summer was blushing fiercely, as the body builder reached out and tweaked her cheek, like she was some playful puppy.
“I am notz gud vith dhe English…you very prettyz. He He He”
Summer erupted in a fit of giggles, and went back to help him with his form, as the doors to the gym opened, and an erratic looking Josh stormed in, not even speaking to Summer, who raised her pen, but then jumped as Josh marched into his office and slammed the door. Unbeknownst to Summer, he locked it on entry. The Russian raised an eyebrow, and jerked his thumb towards the office door.
“”E lookz bad moodz, yah? Alvayz dis vay?” Vlad enquired, as the receptionist looked visibly upset. She truly didn’t know what had gotten into him. “I don’t know, normally he is a fun loving guy, always smiling. This is not normal for him. Maybe I should check on him.” She suggested, but the Body builder smiled and placed his hand over hers and stared straight into her eyes. “Butz…can you ‘elp me virst? I notz gut vith dhe English.” Summer relented, and then went right on back to helping him with his form, as the body builder smirked.
8: 25pm – Summer was now showing Vlad around the gym floor, the weights room, the showers and locker rooms, as Vlad walked along behind her, nodding as she spoke, and looking genuinely interested in the set up. “Very..Nice.” He said, over and over. Summer took the time to introduce him to other staff, and of course, some of the clients, who were at awe with the Russian’s physique. He was like a golden Greek god. Some of aerobic class girls came out and spotted Vlad, who was looking very smug, standing with Summer. “WOOOOO!!” a girl cried out, checking him out. “Take it off!”- yelled another, and Vlad nodded, removing his shirt, to show off his rippling abs. Summer, nearly dies of embarrassment.
One of the other staff members, took out her cell phone, and asked Summer and Vlad to stand together for a picture, cause it was not every day they had a famous Russian weightlifter in their midst. Summer certainly looked like she was radiating heat, and tried to smile, though she was still worried about her boss, who had not come out of his office. Maybe he was doing paperwork or rosters. She decided she would check on him soon, but then Vlad put his arm around her and made a silly grin at the girl holding the cell phone. “MONKEYZ UNDIEZ!” The floor erupted in laughter, and everyone in the gym was having a good night….all except one.
In the office, Josh had been pacing back and forth. Everything in his world was crashing down around him. His wife, somehow knew of his affair. But how could she? He had not seen her since he left for work this morning. Ayalah was missing. His beautiful , Ayalah. Josh stared up at the many pictures of awards for business, his famous celebrities, the women, the beautiful women that he had been spying on, day after day. His obsession with voyeurism had brought him to find the perfect woman in his eyes. Ayalah. Oh that voice, that body that never quit. But now, he had to pack up his things. A box was out, with his trophies, his files. A half assed attempt, to clean out his desk. But when he sat down to his lap top, there she was. He now felt he had nothing left to lose. Slowly he unthreaded his belt from the loops of his pants, and whipped it off, caressing the smooth leather. He set the recorder on his laptop media player to repeat the shower scene, where Ayalah has used a bottle. This was how he wanted to remember her. Slowly, he threaded the belt around his neck, and then placed the buckle of the belt on the window latch behind him. He undid his trousers, and let out his engorged member, that craved air. The belt was pulled taught around his neck, and then he pressed play on his favourite song, whilst he stroked himself, watching her with tears in his eyes.
Josh started to sing along, the belt tightening around his neck, as he was losing oxygen. The image on his lap top screen, was Ayalah with the shampoo bottle, making those sounds…sounds he would never hear again.
“How you turned my world, you precious thing
You starve and near exhaust me
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you
I move the stars for no one
You’ve run so long
You’ve run so far
Your eyes can be so cruel
Just as I can be so cruel
Though I do believe in you
Yes I do
Live without the sunlight
Love without your heartbeat
I, I can’t live within you
I can’t live within you
-Josh takes his final breath, as he climaxes, his eyes closing-
I, I can’t live within……….. you”
9:00pm – The patrons of the Balls of Steel gym are now streaming out of the foyer, many waving to Vlad, who seems to be staying behind with Summer. Summer tidied up the front desk, and had money for the safe, which was in Josh’s office. Vlad coughed and then said, as though nervous. “I vould…er..likez do valk you do yourz carz?” Summer gave a half smile, as she held the takings bag and made her way to Josh’s door. “I be right out.” She then placed her hand on the door knob and tried to turn it, but it was locked. She struggled with it for a moment, then brought her head up and banged on the door. “Josh…Josh? Please, open the door, I have to put the takings in the safe.” Vlad tilted his head watching, but still having something of an evil grin, before Summer turned back to him, and he looked bewildered. “Zomething rongz?” He asked, pretending to be concerned. Summer started to pound on the door. “JOSH…open the door. JOSH?!” There would continue to be no sound coming from inside the office. Hearing Summer panic, Vlad came over and gently moved her aside with his large hand. He took the door handle and shook it. It was definately locked. “Dhiz iz notz gut.” Summer was tearful and begged Vlad to smash down the door. Vlad nodded with a stern expression and asked her to step back. Vlad then went back three steps and charged the door full on, the door breaking off its hinges and falling onto the ground inside the office. Vlad was the first to go in, and sure enough, there was Josh, seated at his desk. “Oooo shitz.” He said, as Summer came in after him and screamed. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Vlad took up Summer in his arms and held her as she sobbed and blubbered incoherently.
Vlad patted her and tried to console her, but knew that he had work to do. He held her back, gripping her shoulders, and kept her from looking at the body. “Goez…call dhe policez! Okayz?” Summer nodded and skittered out of the office, as Vlad watched for a clear moment alone, then hurried around the desk, to look at the lap top monitor. Sure enough, it was the footage of Ayalah. Vlad took out his weight lifting gloves and placed them on, before changing the video, over to the one of Mia, and pressed repeat, then looked down at Josh’s corpse. “Tsk TskTsk…you zilly man.”
Summer came back in the office and had tears rolling down her cheeks. “He’s dead…isn’t he?” She could see the belt tied tightly around his neck, the blue of his lips, the bulging of his eyes. Vlad took another look at Josh and said simply. “Yah.” Summer came around the desk and looked at the lap top screen and gasped as he saw what Josh must have been watching while he killed himself. “Mia?” she uttered, flabbergasted, that there was a film of Mia washing herself in the showers. It then dawned on Summer, that that was the showers at the Gym! Summer nearly choked on her own spit, and had to look away, as the smell from Josh and the footage, made her vomit all over the carpet. BLEARGH!!! Vlad wrinkled up his nose, but went over to hold her hair and tried to pat her back gently, though not liking this part of the operation at all.
9:30pm – The carpark of the Balls of Steel gym, was now full of police cars, ambulance, and the Forensics, who were now all scouring the gym for evidence and the body of Josh was being wheeled out in a body bag. Summer was strapped to a guernsey and being taken to an ambulance, having trouble breathing, whilst Vlad had given a full statement to the police investigators. As the doors to the gym were sealed with yellow tape, Vlad was given the all clear to go home and he thanked the officers with big handshakes. “I goez do dhe hospitalz vor Summer….zhe needz a friend.”- The policemen agreed and let him go, and when Vlad got into his car, he quickly got on the phone.
(?)“Yez…vhat is it, Vlad?”
“E is dead. Zuicide, and the police now have the lap topz”
(?)”Very gut….and did they zee the vootage?”
Vlad grinned and nodded, saying simply “Oh yah…dhey did.”
(?)”EXCELLENT!”
Vlad then hung up and sped off into the night, as the sirens wailed and the flashing lights continued to light the night sky.
At the penthouse, Ayalah had been listening to the intercom, with Vlad giving an account of what went down at the Gym. She was playing with ball, as she was dressed in a seductive lace cat suit, grinning like she just ate the canary.
(?)”Josh is dead.” –the well dressed Russian said, taking out a cigar and lighting it, as he watched Ayalah tossing the brightly coloured ball. She was acting like a kitten, a sex kitten, not having a care in the world. Tilting her head towards her employer, she said smugly.
“I did say…another would be added to the death tally. Ah well, guess I need to find a new gym.”
The Russian switched on his lap top and then eased back in his leather recliner, staring at the many shots of Mia in the gym. He stubbed out his cigar and started to laugh.
-The chill of the snow was the first thing to waken Josh, his eyelids fluttering, and his vision blurred. Josh would find himself laying in the snow, just outside his own house. His car was parked neatly in the drive, and beside him was his laptop bag. Turning his head slowly he could see the front door, and then tilting his head up, he could see the sun breaking through the cloud cover. “How…did I get here?” He muttered, and a voice replied. “So, this is how I am to find you every morning, passed out drunk…again. Josh, when are you going to grow up…seriously?!”- The voice belonged to his wife, who was standing with her arms folded on the drive near his BMW. Wearing curlers and a dressing gown, with matching bunny slippers, she was not exactly the first thing he wanted to see in the morning. Josh slowly went to stand, having to push himself up through the snow laden ground. His suit was drenched and muddy. At the house, his young children were watching, with sad looks upon their young faces.
Josh waved at his children sheepishly; in a half assed attempt to amuse them, but the children soon vanished behind the curtains. His wife however hadn’t. “You’re going to be late for work, and I will not have that. Now…get inside before I let you have a piece of my mind in front of the neighbours!” It was a bit late for that, since some of the neighbours, had already come out from his wife’s screams. This…was humiliating. With head bowed, he trudged towards the house, his wife ranting and poking him in the back as he went up the stairs to the front door. Replies of “Yes, Dear”….and “No, dear”, were all that Josh could reply with, since he didn’t wish to fight in front of the children.Once inside, his wife ushered the children to have their breakfast, which allowed for Josh to go upstairs and change out of his snow covered suit. When alone in the master bedroom, he closed the door and locked it, then slipped out of his clothes, hurling them into the laundry basket in the ensuite. The laptop bag was on the bed, and he decided to fool his wife, by turning on the water of the shower, to sound like he was getting ready for the day, while instead, taking out the lap top, and setting it up in the bathroom. There was an icon, of Ayalah, and he clicked it, licking his lips in anticipation. Sure enough, there it was, the night where Josh was Lord and Master over his beautiful Israeli pet, Ayalah. He focused on how he stood over her, and the way his body was erect and proud, giving her hell, and forcing her to submit to his desires. He got into the shower, which had a clear glass panel, continuing to watch, the sound of the water, muffling the recorded voices, and he enjoyed hearing her cry and moan, while he was boastful and dominates. To watch it again, was as much to relive the experience, and he beat himself off with gusto, coming hard and fast as he matched his efforts on the lap top screen.In his mind, she was now his. I mean, she said “Oh yes..” and he heard it with his own ears. Grinning like he had gotten away with fooling his wife, and gaining the trophy of Ayalah, to pleasure him at any time he wanted, he was King of his world, Josh of Balls of Steels Gym. Stepping out of the shower, he took up a large fluffy towel, to dry himself off, and watched the ending, as Ayalah came close to the cam, and winked, as her face was covered in his jism. “Oh yeah….that’s My Girl.” He paused the image, and stroked the monitor gently. He was in love with this bewitching beauty. “I am going to have you again today…and every day…forever.”A voice however, broke him out of his concentration. “YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!” –Yes, it was his wife. Josh closed down the lap top and took it out into the bedroom, placing it gently into its bag, and then finished getting dressed and ready for work. He knew, he could suffer the life of being married to the sow down stairs, so long as he had his lover, his treasure…his everything.Later that day, Josh was sitting in his office, squeezing his stress ball, as he kept his eyes glued on the lap top security footage of the carpark. It was after midday, and Ayalah had failed to show up for her morning fitness session. Summer Childs, his receptionist, kept poking her head in, to see if he was going to come out and tend to the customers, but he kept waving her away, too anxious and tense, while he waited for his lover. Summer found his behaviour to be very strange, and shook her head, as the final time she asked, he picked up a paper weight and hurled it at the door. “Get out!” he yelled. Rocking back and forth in his chair, then getting up to take a look out the office window, to see the carpark for himself. Josh was losing patience. “God…where are you?”
Another few hours, and still no sign of Ayalah. Josh’s right fist smashed his desk, and he took out his cellphone, and went to the lap top, to get her number, so he would call her, something he didn’t want to do. For him to call, meant an admission that he needed her, and not the other way around, like it was suppose to be. When he found her number, he tapped it into the screen, only to be met with a shocking message. “Number not found.” Josh’s eyes grew large, his jaw agape. He double checked the number, and tried again. It came up the same result. EVERY TIME. Josh threw himself back in his chair. Bringing his right hand up to his forehead, face palming. He was in deep. He had to have her. Ayalah was like a drug, one that he needed a fix from, in order to stay sane. Leaping up out of his chair, he didn’t even close down his lap top. He left it wide open, as he dashed out of the office, sprinting past Summer, who was about to introduce him to some new members. “Josh…this is Mister and Mrs Holmes…they want……Josh?” But no sooner has she tried to speak, the doors of the gym had closed, and Josh was running for his car.
Josh drove like a fiend, beads of sweat on his brow, even though it was winter. He pulled up outside the apartment complex, that he knew she lived in and got out of his car, running into the foyer. One of the cleaning staff was polishing the floors, and Josh almost tripped over the extension cord, as he reached the intercom. Growling at the cleaner, he went to press in the apartment number, and waited.
He waited for half an hour, staring at the monitor. There was no reply. The cleaner was just about to pack up, when Josh was about pulling his hair out. Thinking a plan, he ran over to the cleaner, pulling out a hundred Euros, and begged to be allowed to be taken up to Ayalah’s apartment. The cleaner rubbed his chin, and then nodded slowly. “Come…I take you.” Josh did a small fist pump, and followed the cleaner to the lifts, which used a special key to get access. Maybe she was asleep? Yes, that makes sense, Josh thought to himself. Arriving on the right floor, he thanked the cleaner, who stepped out to watch. Josh ran down the hall, only to come to an open door. Why would her door be open? Josh quickly entered, only to find, the entire apartment, was empty.
Josh checked every room, till coming back out to the lounge, gripping his ginger hair. “No….no this isn’t happening.” The cleaner came up to the door, and looked in himself. “Who you look for?….This apartment is for rent…long time. Very expensive, and hard to get tenant.” Josh spun around, shocked. “What do you mean? Ayalah lives here.” The cleaner shrugged, and shook his head. “No Sir. No one has lived here in months.”
At Josh’s family home, there was a knock at the door. Josh’s wife, who was having an afternoon brunch with her bridge club ladies, went to answer the door, and found a delivery man, holding a large spray of red roses, and a gift box. “Good afternoon, Madame. This is special delivery…for you.”- Josh’s wife placed her hand to her chest. She was overcome, finding it such a surprise, to see flowers and a gift, from one of the most expensive lingerie stores in Prague. Taking the flowers and the box, she shut the door and trotted through to the good room, where her friends all gushed and giggled, to see her get such gifts. “You lucky girl….Oh he is adorable to do that for you.” They said at various intervals. Josh’s wife blushed and smelt the roses. “This must be his way to make up for this morning. How thoughtful.”
Course, Josh’s wife wanted to show off the gifts, and with eagerness, she tried to open the package. On the top of the rice paper, was a DVD. Taking it out of the package, she turned it over and it said. “Dare me.” Laughing, not knowing what it was, she placed it in the DVD machine and sat back to watch. Soft music started to play, and the words started to roll across the machine. “From a concerned friend.” Josh’s wife and her friends were confused, until the image on the screen changed to that of the Apartment of white. Candles…and then….
“OH MY GOD!” Josh’s wife saw…her friends; saw Josh….with his Ayalah, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. One of the friends, grabbed the box and tore back the rice paper, and screamed. “EWWWW!”- she held up the torn bra…the same one from the DVD. Josh’s wife, promptly fainted. In the back ground, her children had come in the room quietly, and saw their father..with another woman.
At a penthouse, high above Prague, Ayalah was laying back on an antique sofa, dressed in pink silk undergarments, whilst a man in an Armani suit, stood beside her, watching a lap top, that showed a woman in a shower at the gym. Ayalah glanced up, at her guest and smiled.
Role Play : Group : Death ClubAgent Ayalah Romach – Israeli Assassin for hire
Girls on Film
-8;00pm; The digital clock in Ayalah’s bedroom glowed in the darkness, showing the red numbers. Standing in the doorway, but leaning with her back to the frame, Ayalah enjoyed a cigarette, whilst keeping an eye on the time. Dressed in a sensual set of a black lace bra and panties, silken hose, with suspenders and garter. She capped off with nine inch stilettos. Her hair had been playfully teased and was full, flowing off her supple shoulders, and down her upper back. The apartment was decorated in a modern fashion, mostly white, with art deco and candles; which were all lit and provided not only a certain ambiance, but also the sweet scent of vanilla. Ayalah was still bothered by the altercation in the carpark, with that nosey Alex, whom she had met before at the Death Club. He was onto her, there was no mistaking it, but what does a woman do when she is cornered? She comes out fighting. This night was to be one that she planned to make a few people pay dearly, for messing with her. But, first things first. The Israeli temptress was on a job, and this was all part of the operation. Taking a last drag of her cigarette, she heard the intercom buzz twice. Right on time. Josh was keen it seemed. Stubbing out her cigarette in an ashtray, she made her way to the phone, and lifted the receiver. The small screen came on, and showed Josh, standing in the foyer, carrying his black bag, that may well contain his lap top. Josh was peering into the camera, and then asked. “Ayalah…it’s me, Josh. I got held up in traffic.” Ayalah grinned and answered promptly, pressing the button to activate the lock at the doors, to allow him to get through to the lifts. “You’re lucky this time, Josh. Come on up.”- Josh smiled brightly, hearing in her voice a tone, that he hoped would mean she was in good spirits.
Knowing that Josh would be a few minutes, Ayalah did a last minute check of her apartment. Champagne chilling in an icebucket. Rose petals scattered all over her bed. Fresh linen in the bathroom, and assorted sex toys and harnesses in her bedroom for Josh’s enjoyment. Ayalah had cleared a space on her dresser, that would make room for his lap top, and she had concealed the USB that she had lined up to record their passionate night. Pleased that everything was in readiness, she bit her bottom lip and let out something of a chuckle. “Oh this will be fun.”- Ayalah mused. Finally a knock at the door, and it was show time. Ayalah made her way to the door, undoing all the locks and then opening it, holding onto the side of the door with her left hand. Josh’s eyes said it all, as they travelled across her body. He could hardly believe it. This Israeli beauty was pulling out all the stops, and just for him. Ayalah tilted her head to the right and then glanced down at the bag, before raising her gaze to stare into his eyes.
“You’re late.”
“Just by a minute…or two.”
Thinking she may have changed her mind, by keeping him outside for now, he fidgeted with his right hand in his trouser pocket. “I brought it like you asked, but I am wondering why?” It was a very good question, and one she had every intention of answering. Stepping forward, she took his tie in her right hand, and started to pull him in, so their faces were inches apart. Her perfume this night, was Poison, and it was intoxicating as it was beautiful. Running her tongue across the top row of her teeth, she showed off the lustre of her lipstick. Josh’s heart was pounding in his chest, as he became aroused almost immediately. “I wanted, to do something special for you. I know you like to watch me in the gym, and in the shower, but…what would be even more juicy, to watch while you do the important paperwork of your gym….but to watch a movie of you and I, fucking like there is no tomorrow.” Josh was dumbfounded. Did she just say, that she was willing to be filmed in a live fuck fest for his pleasure, to watch whenever he wanted? Ayalah came right in close, her lips just brushing his. “You get to be a porn star for your own collection.” Josh was overcome, and then he started to kiss her, hungrily, with great need. His tongue forcing its way into her mouth. No more teasing, he wanted her so bad, he was practically humping his own car seat on the way over. Ayalah released small moans, that were almost….submissive? Oh god, that was exactly what he wanted. To bring Ayalah to her knees, and to have her suck him off, as he stared at the camera. His own private show, with enough fap material to last him a year. Josh was not even in the door, and his free hand was running up and down her back, searching for her bra clip. For a moment, it was like he was going to do her right there, till Ayalah pulled back and gasped for breath. “Daddy is an animal. Rawr!”- She easily took the bag from his grip and whispered. “Let me go set this up in my bedroom, and then…its show time.
Josh started to undo his tie, following her into her apartment, after closing the door behind him. As Ayalah took out the lap top and set it on the dresser, she could hear Josh out in her lounge room. “Hey…who was that creep giving you a hard time in the carpark? I would have come over, but…you know.”- Ayalah knew alright. Last thing he wanted was to make a scene in front of his gym patrons. Ayalah smirked and replied. “I know, Baby…I saw you watching out for me, but, I was fine. Alex…he is some obsessed freak, that has been stalking my facebook page, after I posted a few choice pictures of me. The joys of the internet, huh?” Whilst Ayalah had the chance, she took out her usb stick from its hiding place, and inserted it into the side of the lap top, and quickly started to type in to access his files. Sure enough, Josh would wander through, and Ayalah dragged down the down load bar, and instead had the camera testing the room. “I am so silly with computers, but I think I got it now. Josh was enraptured by all the toys, and the way the room looked just like a fantasy brothel room in a classy hotel. “You went to a lot of trouble, Ayalah, I knew you liked me, but…this is just…heaven.” Josh took off his jacket and threw it on a chair, as the cam on the laptop was recording.
Ayalah turned to face Josh, who had found a horse crop on the bed that she had laid out especially for him. He ran his fingers up and down the crop, and then slapped his hand with it, and urged Ayalah to approach him. So this was the game. He wanted to be the Dom, and for this night, he would become one. Josh brought the crop down and whacked it against his own leg, as if to call her to him. “I see you, everyday. I’ve been watching you, working out, teasing me with your smile, and of course, in the shower. I know you do it all for me. And you setting up this meeting just prove I was right.” ~Keep talking, Josh, and believe what you are saying.~ Ayalah thought, let him believe this fantasy is real. “I had to get you here, somehow. I’ve been so bad.” –she said with a luscious pout. Josh smiled, and then raised his hand, brushing her right nipple with it, before tweaking it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Ayalah kept still for him, allowing his advances, and then releasing small moans, which made him think she wanted him all the more. He lowered his hand and then seemed to turn away for a second, like he had changed his mind. Maybe the man did have a conscience after all. Just as Ayalah thought it was all for nought, he turned around abruptly and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to the wall, squeezing tight, his finger tips pressing into her skin. His body pinned to her, she felt her nipples aching and he brought his mouth to close over hers. This was of course a reaction she didn’t expect, but one thing was for sure, it was going to look very convincing on the video. His hands moved up to her cheeks and his mouth was positively eating her, whilst his hips were grinding against hers. Josh was incredibly rough, and Ayalah was a new toy, that he wanted so very much to break. Changing his grip, his right hand took up a good portion of her hair, and he dragged her over towards the bed, where he spun her around and placed a flat hand on her back and forced her forward, so she was hunched over. Ayalah made a squeal of protest and he picked up the crop and struck her hard across the right buttocks. “Keep still, Israeli bitch!” Thankfully, her face was now obscured by her hair, so, the camera would not pick up the fact she was grinning at his attempts to dominate her. Sure, the crop strike stung, but to her, she had experienced far worse pain than that. For now, Ayalah would comply. Her arms out forward on the bed, and she felt his knee moving between her legs to part them. A few grunts, as Josh undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, with him stepping out and kicking them to the side, before grabbing her ass cheeks in his hands, kneeding them, trying to mark her, have her belong to him. This was what he dreamed of, full control.
Josh got in behind her, and he roughly undid her bra, and tore it from her, tossing it onto the bed. That was one expensive undergarment, and was a bit sad to see it ripped. Josh’s hands glided up her back and then around to her breasts, which he seized, stroking her nipples, before kneeding them as well. Ayalah bucked in response, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair. “What…do you..want?” Ayalah made another fake cry, and then said in a very soft voice. “Anything, Everything…I want you to fuck me.” Josh growled back. “I know…and once I do, you are going to belong to me. No other man will ever be able to touch you. I will have you whenever I want…even at the gym. You are to come when I text, and then fuck me in the office. In my car. Wherever I want.” Josh leaned forward, brushing away her hair from the back of her neck, and she turned her face to the camera, so it would be shown on the footage that they were recording. Josh then bit the back of her neck, urging her to comply, to say the word. Ayalah let out a cry as his teeth tore at her neck. But with a steely gaze she stared at the lap top and said. “Oh yes…”- then she mouthed something that was meant for whoever was watching. “Dare me, Alex.”
Ayalah opened her legs wider, inviting Josh to have his way and he thought she was submitting, just as he had dreamed and hoped for. “MINE!….MY WOMAN!” He slipped his fingers between her lace panties and tore them from her. The tearing sound exciting him all the more. He reached forward and grabbed her hair in one hand, to pull her head back, while his free hand, he slid his fingers between her clit lips, then poked two just into her pussy. And now to act, Ayalah knew she had to appear keen, and wiggled her ass, in anticipation, even releasing a small amount of pre, although she felt nothing for this man that hovered behind her. Josh was enjoying every flinch, every twitch, every cry. To him, Ayalah was the perfect woman. So assertive out in the world, but in this room, she bowed down only to him. His wife on the other hand, was a control freak, a dominating sow that he was forced to marry, when he accidentally got her pregnant, in his younger years. Her family owned the gym, which was the only good thing he got out of the deal. But she made him feel like less than a man, and only let him touch her, once every six months.
Josh found himself completely aroused, by her voice, and her scent, and could no longer stand the simple play. Quickly and aggressively he plunged his hardened member deep inside her, grabbing her waist on the right side with his hand, and the fistful of hair with his left. Josh gave a few hard pumps, forcing himself deep inside her, their skin smacking against the other. Panting, and throwing his head back, he was like a machine. He had waited so long for this night, he was almost giddy on how to take her. Josh wanted to have her taste him, and pulled out swiftly, his erect cock turned upward, as he pulled her back up and turned her around, forcing her to her knees. All the while, Ayalah kept an eye on the lap top, knowing the files should be nearly finished downloading. She would suffer this indignity a bit further, all for the job. With Ayalah on her knees, he pulled her mouth towards the head and then reached round to the back of her head and pushed, so she had to take all of him in her mouth at once. Ayalah wrapped her lips tightly around his shaft, and he groaned with pleasure. He placed both hands behind her head, and started to fuck her face hard. She didn’t resist, taking it down her throat, every so often he would hear squeals and moans of submission, and her tongue flickered up and down his cock, that was sliding in and out, like a fired pistion. God, she was amazing, taking in all his girth, better than any high paying escort or whore.
Josh changed pace, going agonisingly slow, as he stroked her head, pulling on her ears, and trying to catch her hair in his fingers. Her tongue worked feverishly, though he was taking his time. But then he was off again, pumping and rocking back and forth, getting her to take it, eat it, suck it dry. “Good Girl…Good girl….yes…gooood…girrrrrl….YESSSS…OH YES SUCK IT BABY!!!” Josh couldn’t hold back, and he pulled out of her mouth, taking it in his hand and jerking it fiercely, so the spurts of cum would spray all over her face and bare breasts. Josh was now laughing, so pleased with himself. He jumped on the bed and threw his arms out. “THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!” Ayalah crawled across the floor and grabbed a towel, trying to wipe the cum stains off, but as she rose at the dresser, she flicked the lap top, to show the files had been downloaded. SUCCESS…even though she was a mess. The home movie too, was captured, and she discretely removed the usb, hiding it in the towel. “I am going to go shower..Baby..then later we can…go again.” Turning around, she was amused to see that Josh had fallen asleep. Hmm…Must have been the poisoned petals. Grinning, as she wiped the last of the cum off her, she closed the lap top and snatched the usb in her hand. She now had the details of everyone in the gym from the Death Club. As well as an incriminating video of a cheating husband….and all the women who used the showers at the gym.
iShatteredSanity: -Alexandros had already finished registering to the gym. Of course for someone like him, the VIP privileges were the only way to do things. After paying the money and thanking Summer, he had realized that there was someone there, a very familiar person. Pulling his scarf up to hide part of his face, and then pulling his hoodie down, he walked away from the reception desk and headed towards the doors where the familiar person was heading. Since he did not want to attract unnecessary attention to himself, both from the ones at the gym and also from ‘her’, he walked slowly as if he was a regular there. Of course though his attire was not the one that one could wear at the gym, but he could pass as someone who wanted to register; which he had actually done moments earlier. As ‘she’ passed by him, Alexandros bumped her on her side, hoping that perhaps her bag would fall down on the floor.- [Alexandros.] “My humble apologies, young lady.” –He said, trying to change his voice only slightly, the noise from the music and the equipment, as well as his voice also being slightly altered due to his scarf, they would all help him even for a little. Now, if her bag would fall down on the floor, Alexandros would bend his knees and try to help her. If however her bag would not fall down, he would just think of something else to say. But more than anything, he focused on hiding his face from her.
————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————-CharlotteCarrendar:- Smirking to herself, having more or less convinced Josh, that she was some sort of nympho, that wanted him for his body and his lap top for entertainment, she was confident now, as she strutted out into the cool air of the Prague Winter climate. Wearing a black leather jacket, matching jeans, and high heels, she click clacked across the carpark towards her rented porche, and was about to take her keys out of her bag, to unlock the vehicle, when a man was walking the opposite way, and knocked her hard enough, to dislodge the bag from her grip, and cause her to lose hold of it, clattering to the ground. Dropping her sports bag, she went to crouch down, to pick up its contents, muttering in Hebrew. Not even bothering to look at the man, she tried to gather up her belongings, including her cell phone. “My humble apologies, young lady.” The man said, his voice muffled by the scarf. “Just….err…vatch vhere you are goingz….okay?” Not even giving him a second glance. He was trying to pick up her belongings, and she tried to slap his hand away.”If you …don’t mindz…I can take care of myself.” <3>————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————-iShatteredSanity: -It appeared that Alexandros’ attempt to throw ‘her’ bag on the floor was successful. Now, all that he needed to do was to use his special device to clone all the data from her cell phone that was lying on the floor before she had managed to grab it. Device. Device? NOOOO!!! He had completely forgotten to get that from his apartment. Rolling his eyes and cussing under his breath while a few veins popped up on his forehead, Alexandros sighed softly as he still helped ‘her’ by getting her all the stuff that fell from her bag. “Just….err…vatch vhere you are goingz….okay?”, she said.- “Yes, my humble apologies.” –He said again, only to move his hands away as she slapped them away. ”If you …don’t mindz…I can take care of myself.”, she said again and Alexandros could not help himself but chuckle.- “Yes indeed, you are more capable than taking care of yourself.” –Alexandros said and stood on his height, that of 205 cm, looking at her through his black sunglasses.- “But honestly, Russian accent now? Seems like you have some really weird hobbies Miss Flintstone, or rather, Miss Romach.” –Alexandros said again and turned his back to her, taking only one step forward and expecting her reaction. Of course he waited for some kind of attack, so he had already bent his knees only slightly so that his stance would not be rigid, but his movements would be fluid in case he needed to defend against such a person like her.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- When the man assisting her stopped trying to help pick up her belongings, she quickly tried to rake all up into her bag, but then…..he had to open his mouth. “But honestly, Russian accent now? Seems like you have some really weird hobbies, Miss Flintstone, or rather, Miss Romach.” Now, no one in Prague, knew her real name. Let alone her fake one that she gave out to hotel managers, car hire offices, or the Balls of Steel Gym. Ayalah’s mind turned over quickly, who could possibly know her name, and then…she remembered. The message, on her computer. Slowly, Ayalah rose to her feet. “Of course. Alex. What a pleasant surprise.” Ayalah reached for her keys, and carefully held it in the grip of her right hand, the sharp edge jutting through her fingers. “How is…Dem…and his sweet little Aussie girl. She is so gorgeous. You know, I had her eating out of my hand.” -she adjusted her stance, feet shoulder width apart, rolling her shoulders. “So…what you want, eh?” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Maybe Alexandros had played his cards too early, maybe. But judging by her reaction it had appeared that it had left quite an impact. For her to immediately reveal that she had already had a word with Dixie, it seemed that she had either more tricks up her sleeve, or that it actually slipped from her. Either way, Alexandros now knew that Dixie and Ayalah had met.- “To be honest, I have no clue.” –Alexandros said and turned around so that he could face her.- “I haven’t seen them in a really long time.” –Alexandros said and shrugged his shoulders.- “But anyway, thanks for the heads up, I bet that Dixie will be dying to know what kind of person you really are. As for Dem, he is fully aware of you. Not that he could be surprised so easily by someone like you though.” –Shifting his gaze to check her frame, Alexandros had noticed that there was something that it was not right. She was in a defensive position and her right hand being closed in a fist. Heh, the kitten had claws. Alexandros’ smirk grew a bit wider and he took a step closer to her as he rose his right hand to brush her hair on the left side of her face.- “I don’t want anything, I just happened to bump into you on this gym. Is it fate?” –He asked while making a funny face.- “I am not sure. But yeah, I actually want to know why you did not reply to my invitation.”
CharlotteCarrendar:- Oh this guy was good, speaking as though he didn’t care, but he did. And she tested that fact, by mentioning Dem and Dix on purpose. Use a bit of bait, to bring in the big fish. He turned around, and gave her something of a verbal back hander, for the acknowledgement of getting close to Dix. Alex was judgemental of her, and he only knew what he had read. Good judge of character, by reading the web files? She played it cool, shrugging her shoulders, in a non chalant fashion, but all the while, tightening her grip around her keys. You better believe it she was defensive, the man towered over her. Alex decided to make his move, taking two steps towards her, and then of all things, reaching for her hair, while neither trying to brush it away, in some sick show of affection, that he never felt nor intended to give. Keeping eyes locked, so he was focused on her face, and not another part of her body. Like a viper, she let him get close enough, her head tilting, and then… “I am not sure. But yeah, I actually want to know why you did not reply to my invitation.”
Ayalah’s right knee came flying up between his legs, to engage with his scrotum and if this connected, and the chance he would double over from pain, Ayalah intended to make a run for her car, that was in the carpark, and make a getaway. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -In the game of cards, one is to bluff many times, but using a bait that is actually real, it is the best way to pull someone in a trap. Even in a game of chess one needs to sacrifice a good piece in order for the enemy to bite and fall into the trap. Alexandros knew both very well. In his career as a hacker he needed to think way ahead. His training in partial arts also helped a lot. And living in Japan with his uncle and aunt who insisted in him taking history lessons of the Japanese history and folklore, they all proved to be great assistance to the Greek man. Just like he did when he was hacking, Alexandros attempted to touch her and see her reaction, but of course that was never his real motive. Plus that woman was dangerous, she was like a rose; beautiful but deadly. And she was a challenge to Alexandros, a challenge that he had accepted right from the start when she had mentioned his name in the club. And Alexandros loved challenges. As he drew his hand closer to her, he anticipated some form of reaction or retaliation by her. And there it was. As soon as he finished talking, her right knee came up, attempting to hit his family jewels.- “So obvious…” –Alexandros said while chuckling and blocked her knee with his own right knee, preventing her from attacking him and perhaps causing him to fall on the floor with excruciating pain, a pain that he was very familiar with since he was actually using parkour and ran up and down the walls, very often landing on some poles and slamming his family jewels.- “And here I thought that you liked me. Tsk, tsk, tsk…” –Alexandros said and shook his head, ready for another attempt of hers to hit him. While shaking his head he poked her shoulder slightly before drawing his hand back, hoping that as he was drawing it back she would try and pull it and perhaps try to use it to her advantage in some grip or something.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Okay, so the nut shot was a fail, when he brought his right knee up to block her knee strike. Inwardly she was cursing, as she dropped back, making sure to get some distance from him. “So obvious…” he said with some amount of confidence. Ayalah’s eyes narrowed, and she drew her shoulders back, right as he was going to poke her shoulder, she twisted her left foot around and reached with both hands, to grab the forearm as it was pulled back, then attempt to flip him, using her own back to brace the impact. Would it work? But someone was watching this altercation in the carpark. The gym owner, Josh. He had the cameras set up everywhere, both inside and outside the gym, and from the look of the cameras, it looked like Ayalah was being mugged and she was defending herself. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -How obvious she was. Alexandros wondered if she was really an Israeli assassin. She seemed to bite whatever Alexandros was throwing at her. Tilting his head slightly to the right Alexandros pushed his arm a bit forward as she tried to grab his forearm. Smiling softly and laughing like a child, Alexandros took a step forward, allowing her to actually grab his arm, but before she had the time to do anything, he bend his elbow and grabbed her by her top, pulling not only her shirt but her as well since the difference in raw strength was evident. But he knew that if he was to use too much force, that would backfire. So he pulled her slightly and wrapped his arm around her, as if he was embracing her. To everyone else it would seem that way since he actually positioned himself right next to her and leaned to whisper to her ear.- “This is not the place for that. How about going elsewhere and having our match?” –Alexandros said and smiled cutely with an innocent look on his face as if nothing was happening.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Damn this asshole! Ayalah was positively livid, as he used his wits and Braun, to turn her attempt to flip him, into an embrace, that suddenly looked more romantic than anything. Ayalah jerked in his hold but it was no use, for he was using his size and his braun, to overpower her at the moment. “Fuck you, Alex.” she growled between gritted teeth. “I know your type…you greek boys.” Knowing he had a firm upper hold on her torso, her legs were still free, and with this in mind, she drew up her right knee, and then brought down the heel of her boot, square on his shoe, so to hopefully giving him enough of a shock, to let her go at the very least. Would he let her go? Or would he try to drag her to a car?
iShatteredSanity: -So much for the Israeli kitten. While she had fangs and claws, she could not use them effectively against Alexandros. But he knew very well that it was just the situation that gave him the upper hand. Though in all honesty, the whole situation was very funny and Alexandros’ laughter was a genuine one. “Fuck you, Alex.”, those words alone made him grin cutely like a 2 years old boy. “I know your type…you Greek boys.”, that was something that he did not quite get, but at lease he was still grinning cutely as he responded.- “Thank you my dear, you are so thoughtful.” –He said again and noticed her knee moving up. He knew what was about to happen, so he decided to let her have the satisfaction of actually hitting him. Bracing himself for the stomp of her boot, her boot connected with his foot, but instead of stomping on his fingers, something that would be really painful, he moved his foot a little bit forward so that she would find the sole. That would minimize the damage on his own foot, but it would also send back some of the force of the attack since she would be caught in surprise; at least that’s what Alexandros hoped. And as soon as her boot stomped on his sole, he let go of her and in a dramatic display of some Japanese folklore play, or more likely in some bratty attitude of some Japanese boy, he fell on the floor, landing on his back and holding his foot as if he was in pain. Ok, he felt some pain, but compared to the one that he would have received, that was nothing.- “How could you?! I loved you! And you went and broke my, uhm, foot?” –Alexandros said and sticked his tongue out while making a funny face before laughing like a maniac.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Truth of the matter was, she was caught off guard by this situation, with her guns actually in her car, not in her sports bag. The strike on his foot was a solid one, and she felt him release her from his grip, which had her stumble forward, with him, rolling on his back, and going into some mock play acting, holding his foot and rocking, declaring his love, and being a total ass. If she had her guns, she would have spun round and shot him in the chest and head, without even blinking. Patrons of the gym came out, including Josh, to see Alex rolling around on the carpark bitumen. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, she said loud enough for others to hear. “Show’s over, people. My stalker is taking leave of his senses.” She went to walk past him, and head back to her car, knowing that with an audience, he would be less likely to attack her again. Or would he? <3>
iShatteredSanity: -While Alexandros performed that act of his, if that thing was even an act, he noticed that some people began to gather around them. Taking a good look on their faces and knowing that they were wondering what the hell was going on, Alexandros then looked at Ayalah who called him a stalker. Settling down from his laughter and letting go of his foot, he looked at the crowd again and rose on his height.- “Well, stalker is another form of lover. Miss Flintstone over there broke my heart and I just wanted to ask her why she did that. And she attacked me. But oh well, I guess that my heart will be broken forever.” –Alexandros said and faked a sob as he was trying really hard to contain his laughter.- “But it is alright, I will survive in this hard place we all live. Barely, but I will.” –He said and faked another sob and sniffed his nose as he hang up his shoulders and began walking towards Ayalah’s direction.- “I guess that I will just take my car and leave. Farewell world…” –He said and walked away, towards the car parking where he saw Ayalah and sticked his tongue out at her while nobody was watching.- “You have my address, I will be waiting for you. That is IF you are ready for a rematch and see who will come on top.” –Alexandros said and blew a kiss towards her while winking his right eye.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Ayalah was livid. Alex was not just a pain in the ass, he was an actor too, doing something of a greek tragedy, right for the swelling audience, that had spilled out into the carpark from the gym. She slammed her bag down on the bonnet of her car, as he went off like Cyrano, reciting how he was a spurned lover and more or less shouting her alias for all to hear. Ayalah fumbled for her keys, and then unlocked her car door, reefing it open, as Alex made his curtain call. The group of onlookers started to disperse, as Josh gave Ayalah a look as if to say..”Are you okay?” –but knowing full well he could not approach her, since, he was after all, a married man. Ayalah heard the crunch of Alex’s boots on the bitumen, as he passed her on the way to his car. “You have my address, I will be waiting for you. That is IF you are ready for a rematch and see who will come on top.” Ayalah spat at the ground in his direction, and got into her car. Starting it up hard, you could hear the growl of the engine and she took off from the carpark. Her phone wired in with Bluetooth, she pressed a button on the dash, as the phone rang and a Russian answered. “Ayalah….you are not to contactz me.” Driving like a maniac, trying to calm in the heat of the moment, she snapped and barked into the phone. “I know you wanted one…and I promised I would get it. But Alex just signed the death warrant of another….and I assure you, ****, you are going to love this.” The silver porche, speed off into the city traffic. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Well, that was a good way to kill some time, but in all honesty, it got really boring, especially since Ayalah was not a real challenge to the Greek man. Leaving the gym and heading to the car park, he heard someone calling out to Ayalah to check up on her. That was kinda weird. Obviously when someone is to check up on someone else, then the first person will go close to the one that they are worried about. Yet this man did not. That was really weird and suspicious. Glancing at the man and then at Ayalah to see her reaction, Alexandros assumed that there was something going on between those two. Smirking deviously and fixing his hoodie, Alexandros walked away from the parking, hearing the tires from Ayalah’s car screech as she sped up and got away from that place.- “I guess that I won the first round. And thanks for the food my dear.” Alexandros said and took the way back home. While walking he knew that he had to do a few things, first to check for how long Ayalah was a member of that gym, second to see who that man was, and third to let Demetrios know about the whole thing. Taking out his phone and typing the message, he let Demetrios know about Ayalah contacting Dixie and also telling him not to do a single thing. But Alexandros also told Demetrios that they both needed to have a talk. Putting his phone back in his pants’ pocket, Alexandros cracked his neck a few times.- “Lets just hope that things will end well…” –He mumbled to himself. But would it really be like that? The dark ominous clouds had once again began to gather over the sky of Prague. Was that really the fate of everyone in Deathclub? To always face one danger after another?-
-It had been three weeks, since Ayalah had joined the Balls of Steel gym, where many of the Death Club workers and bar staff actually went to work off the stress, and to tone up their bodies. Josh Cardwell had been ecstatic to have the likes of Inga Snoggleblom and Mercedes “Mia” De Luca as VIP members. Course, he bragged about it every chance he had, and especially to other lesser known members, such as Ayalah, or Mrs Flintstone, as she liked to be called. Each day, Ayalah turned up without fail, insisting that Josh himself, train her with weights and go through her fitness regime. Now, Josh was not one to be shy around beautiful women, as it was well known, and with Ayalah practically oozing sexuality and getting close to Josh as she worked out, he would find himself lusting after her. Even keeping tabs on the monitors in his office, just to see her turn up in the car park. Josh would often emerge from his office, already sporting a tell tale bulge, which Ayalah didn’t ignore, in fact, she would make sure that her eyes would travel down him and back up, when she took her locker keys. When out of the gym floor, as he loaded up the barbells, or took her weight measurements, she would go out of her way to be friendly.
With the odd brush of her hand against his shoulder, or fleeting glances. Before long Josh was fully smitten by the Israeli temptress.After another gruelling work out, Ayalah’s toned body was glistening from perspiration, having pushed herself hard, and making sure her audible grunts and moans were actually erotic. Ayalah made sure she held eye contact with Josh as she pushed herself to the limit, and she could see his eyes were devouring her, hungry for sex. A wicked smirk, as she put down the last set of weights, and got up, patting herself down with a towel, then reaching for her water bottle, Ayalah licked the tip of the bottle neck, as Josh gulped. Tipping the bottle up, she drank and swallowed again and again, like she was dying of thirst. When the bottle was emptied, she tossed it in her kit bag and said. “I feel so dirty…I really need a shower. *she stepped up before Josh, and reached out for his bulge, which was so easy to see, in his nike trainer pants. * want to come wash my back?”- Josh’s cheeks burned red and he then dropped a weight on his foot, causing him to yelp and hop about. “Ouch!” Ayalah shrugged and skipped off to the showers, leaving Josh looking both foolish and besotted.
Watching her shapely ass in those tight shorts, he had visions of taking her in the shower, pounding her into the cold tiles, while biting the back of her neck, forcing her to submit to him. With a sore foot, he instead hobbled off to his office, closing the door behind him. Getting in behind his desk, he flipped open his lap top, and then pressed in a code, that streamed a live feed from the women’s change room, including the shower block. Grinning as he saw Ayalah taking off her sports gear, and folding it up, before bending over to undo her shoes, Josh had his cock out in his hand, beating off, while licking his lips. “One day girl…I am going to fuck you so hard.”Ayalah was enjoying her hot shower, unaware that her target in the gym, was getting to know her a lot better, till she turned around and reached for the shampoo, only to spot a small black camera up in the corner of the ceiling. As she was a spy by trade, she herself had used such devices in the past, and to see it in the shower cubicle, actually made her chuckle. The Israeli spy, was onto him, and not only that, she had a weapon, to have him over a barrel to black mail. So, now knowing his games, she decided to play for the cameras. The other women who were showering, would start to hear delectable moans coming from Ayalah’s cubicle, as she started to play with the shampoo bottle, in a way it is not designed for. In Josh’s office, he was fapping away furiously, his eyes wide, his mouth agape, as the Israeli temptress was giving him one hell of a show. “GOD, YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT. FUCK THAT THING!…YEAH!” Ayalah didn’t disappoint, making sure she faked an orgasm, that had the other women in the change room either gasping from shock, or giggling. Turning off the water, Ayalah emerged naked, tossing, the bottle in a nearby bin and then rubbing herself down thoroughly with the towel, all the while, knowing Josh was watching. Dressing herself smartly, she decided to confront him, while he may well still be at it. Ayalah smirked at the other ladies, who were either trying to ignore her, or applauding her for her efforts. The Israeli left the change rooms and made a bee line for Josh’s office, not even knocking as she opened the door, right as he was watching a replay of her in the shower cubicle. “FUCK…I’M GOING TO CUM…FU…AYALAH!”- he did cum, right as she opened the door, and quickly closed it again. Spunk going all over his keyboard, and some even shooting up in his eyes. “Ahahaha. Having fun, Josh?” Ayalah laughed, grabbing a box of tissues, and tossing them to him, as she rounded his desk and saw herself on his laptop screen. “Ooo..nice angle. I know the Police will like this.”- Josh…Was fucked.
Josh was a mumbling, bumbling mess. Ayalah pretended to look upset, as he pleaded with her, not to go to the authorities, or worse, the press with this scandal. How many other women had he watched in the showers? But, it seemed that this was to be his lucky day. Ayalah sat on the edge of the desk, and picked up a picture of his wife and two children, and pouted. “You have a beautiful family. I imagine, you love them very much. Josh had trouble swallowing, and his eyes were rimmed with tears. “What…what do you want, I will give you anything.” Ayalah placed the picture frame down on the desk, and then leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I want you….and your laptop.” At first, Josh was stunned, staring at the Israeli in a whole new light. Did she just say she wanted him? He stuttered.’Wan…want….want me?” Ayalah slowly started to stroke his limp member, and then licked her finger of the cum from the tip. “Mhmm. You come, and I mean….you come over, to my apartment. Bring your laptop, and I do to you, what I did to that bottle.” The gym owner was almost set to have a heart attack. This girl was one freaky bitch, but he was so infatuated, he nodded haplessly. “Okay…when?” The Israeli stood up and reached for her sports bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “At eight o’clock. You have my address. Don’t be late, I hate to be kept waiting…..lover.” Grinning, Ayalah waltzed out of the office, shutting the door behind her discreetly, then left the gym, as Josh was frozen in his seat. He shot a look at the picture of his family and quickly turned it over flat on the table. Josh thought he had won. Little did he know, he had just become Ayalah’s pawn in the game. <3>