SINFULLY SO

CHAPTER 1

Skincare was her favorite thing. After killing men, of course. Killing men was the second-best thing after bread and butter. Skincare was second to none. And right now, it has been two hours since she applied her sunscreen, so she moved away from the struggling man. She didn't want to kill him before she applied the sunscreen. It seemed like bad luck to her skin, considering the fact that she was already spotting a premenstrual pimple.

"Hey, could you give me a moment. Just gotta uh -" she said as she moved to the sink. She turned the tap on and began washing her hands. He grunted around the handkerchief in his mouth. "Bear with me please, I can't afford to pass the two-hour mark for my sunscreen." She told him. He let out a loud grunt and she rolled her eyes.

"What was that?" She asked him. "Bear with me, I can't exactly hear you." She pleaded as she squirted the sunscreen into her palm, then looked in the mirror before taking off her glasses. She touched her face, squinting as she applied it.

"Almost done." She told him as she rubbed it in. He was shaking now, furiously so as she rubbed around her neck. She smacked him with the back of her palm and he stilled. She nodded in approval.

"What if someone hears us? Then I'll have to kill you in a messy way and I may get blood all over my shoes. Valentino boots are expensive, you know!" She scolded him, tapping the floor with her pink boots. "I'm done now, so it doesn't really matter. I assume you must be terribly scared." She told him as she removed the handkerchief from his mouth. He snarled at her and she saw his mouth suck in.

The motherfucker was going to spit on her.

She put her switchblade close to his neck, nicking him slightly, smiling gently as the blood dripped on the blade.

"I'll s***h you in a way that you'll still be alive, but you'll writhe here in pain if you ruin my skin with your saliva." She threatened. He swallowed and she smiled at him, approvingly. It did not look much like a smile as it stretched across her face.

"I like it when people listen to me, you know." She told him. "I won't really have to put the 'kerchief in your mouth anymore," She assured him.

"My family will find you!" he snarled.

"That's what everyone says. I'm hoping your people will try, you know. You all seem unloved, the lot of you, because nobody finds me when you die," she told him.

He gulped. She squinted at him before picking up her glasses and cleaning them. She went to work on her knives.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" he said.

"Nothing you don't already know, though I've never beheaded someone, but I guess you learn on the job." She shrugged. "This may be a bit messy, by the way, so you may need to bear with me a bit."

"Why are you doing this?" His voice fell at the end of the question, and she would have felt bad for him, but she knew why she was doing this.

"It's no hard feelings -that was a lie- I'm just doing my job," She told him.

"A job? I'll pay you twice the amount you're being paid!" he offered. She paused and tilted her head at him, an amusing smirk playing on her face.

"Four times?? Ten? Anything, damn you!"

"Well, that's not how to talk when you're almost dying. This is the moment you should be praying or whatever you miserable people do." She told him.

"I-I do not want to die."

"I doubt anyone wants to." She deadpanned, going back to her knives. "You know, I heard that this is called a talibong." She said, wielding a long single-edged sword. She chuckled at the name. "Talibong." He gave her a look that told her that he thought she was out of it.

"I'll use this on your neck, by the way." She informed him and his mouth fell open. "I don't really see how I could sever your head without it being messy, so let me take off my shoes." She did as she said.

She looked at him, he was a quivering mess now as she brandished the talibong in his face. She smiled at him, a wild crazy expression.

"Oh yes!" She exclaimed. "Before we begin, I need you to say your crimes." He opened his mouth to interrupt. "Well, you know what you did, so no need to act like that. If you act stubborn, I'll have to cause an injury to your skin, so you write with your blood. The last guy said it was painful, but what do I know?" She asked with a shrug.

He nodded quickly.

"You learn fast, it seems. Okay let's begin. Let me get my camera, hold up." She said, pulling out her camera. "Don't worry, it will go well if you cooperate." His eyes widened, and she knew he was thinking she'd let him go.

Fucking fool.

He licked his lips and his voice came in little whistle notes "I...my name is Joseph Ahitophel. I am...am.." she signaled behind the camera with the knife, making a stabbing and writing motion. “I stole 6 billion dollars from my brother's company." The words tumbled out of his mouth, and she paused the recording and sighed at him.

"What? That's not why you're here?" She told him, and he looked at her, confused.

"I haven't done..."

"Hurry the f**k up and talk about five-year-old Jasmine Stephens before I shove a knife up your ass, you f*****g cunt." She threatened, her voice taking a dangerous edge. His eyes widened, and she knew that he had forgotten. The confession spilled from his lips in a slow manner, as though he had a hard time remembering. He spoke about Jasmine Stephens and his "sin" of lust, and she growled at him to call it p********a. His eyes widened as he did just so. She gave him a smile and thanked him.

"Alright-y, just one more thing; gotta chop off your head." She said as she returned the camera to her purse. He stared at her in bewilderment.

"W-w-hat?" He spluttered.

"What? You have more things to say?"

"No! I though...were you not joking?"

"About what?" She asked, confused.

"Be-be-killing me?" He squeaked out, trembling.

"What? i***t, I am going to do it." She deadpanned, picking up the sword.

"You said you would let me...go if...if I cooperated." He was scrambling now, moving back rapidly. She waited for him to hit the dead end of the wall before telling him, calmly:

"I said it would go well...for me.."

His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to scream, she leaped to his side and wrapped her hand around his neck, a sinister smile stretching her face.

Then she beheaded him.

As she cleaned up and left in her Yamaha R6, she knew she'd be shallow for days. It hurt her, this job. It hurt her how men like Joseph Ahitophel took advantage of children and moved on with their f*****g lives. He could not even remember her, Jasmine. Five-year-old Jasmine, dead because men like Joseph exist. It reminded her again why she needed to put her f*****g feelings down and do this job for little girls like Jasmine Stephens. She got to her little cottage, emotionally and physically exhausted. Talking to a pedophile and carrying his body would do that to you. By tomorrow, the news of his death will circulate everywhere, and the world would know his crimes. She made sure to brand him where everyone would see. Her branding method of murder seemed to have earned her a reputation. She sent a brief message informing the client that she had done the deed, attaching the video to it. She washed herself repeatedly, trying to scrub the memory of today out of her body, and then she fell sleep. She woke up to a message from her boss and a wire transfer of $10 million. She sighed as she opened her boss' message.

Boss:

Got a job for you.

Yezebel:

Overworking me even though I just finished one yesterday?

Boss:

This is pretty long term. Be at The Lounge.

Yezebel:

Yes sir.

She groaned as she typed that out. A long-term job? She had never done one before, though she assisted Ezio in one of his long-term jobs. Her phone rang just then, and she let out what was supposed to be a whistle but strained into a hallow pssh sound.

Speak of the devil.

"Jezi-bloody-bel." His voice came through the phone, loud and enthusiastic.

"You didn't give me my name, Ezio." She said, warning him.

"Did you see the news? Baby, you're a f*****g star." She rolled her eyes. He said that anytime she killed a top dog. And no, she hadn't seen the news. She stayed away from it whenever she killed someone important.

"I learned from the best," she said.

"You're welcome." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Was talking about Boss." She replied, and he muttered something about ungrateful little shits. A voice came from the background. "Who are you with?" She asked.

"Ian." he said. She scrambled to put it on video call.

"Woah, calm down tiger," Ezio said right before accepting the call. Ian was there, smiling that wide, kind smile he reserved for her.

"hey killer " he said, waving.

"I did not know you were back." She whispered, shutting down her smile. He shook his head.

"I came back yesterday, knew you'd be getting your beauty sleep," he said to her, and she yawned.

"Don't feel so beautiful now that I have to work, you know." She said. "I can't believe he's making me work immediately!"

"Oh?" Ezio called from behind, and she narrowed her eyes at them.

"Do you know what my next mission is?" she asked.

"You have a next mission?" Ezio asked, and she folded her arms, glaring at him. "I'm not allowed to tell!" He yelled, going off camera. Ian let out a chuckle, and she looked at him, putting up her best puppy dog eyes, which was pathetic because she did not have the doe eyes that came with it.

"I'm not Ezio." True. Ezio was playful and relaxed, while Ian was taut and disciplined, he'd never reveal anything. Neither would Ezio, but at least, he'd give hints. Not Ian, never Ian.

"What I will tell you is to keep an open mind about this job."