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Location: Svalbard.
***Monday 21st March***
***5.47am***
At our usual meeting spot, I wait, fists balling, knuckles cracking from my irritation as I wait for this stupid little bitch. Why the elders are still making me deal with this useless cunt ….
They wanted someone close to a manager … makes perfect sense, but she’s barely told us anything.
A bump on the ground – the brat is here, face down on the ice because the little shit hasn’t figured out how to teleport properly yet. Useless ….
“Get up.”
She jumps up, meeting my gaze.
Ugh … revolting ….
Snotty, dirty thing. There’s nothing more disgusting than a child reaper, the worst of its kind. The urge to tear its eyeballs from its sockets and feed them to my hellhound floods me again. Though my pooch would probably spit them out in horror.
“Well? What information do you have for me?”
No reply – don’t tell me – this damn brat!
My hand snaps around her neck, squeezing across her throat. “Nothing? Again?” She kicks and claws as I lift her into the air, eyes filling – ah, such a satisfying sight.
She squirms and squirms, gasping for air, pleading with her eyes for mercy.
Keep struggling.
“St-stop.”
“Stop?” My grip tightens, the choking sounds delightful. “You think you have any right to tell ME what to do? Do you?! After all I’ve done for you. Do you want to go back to your old mother?”
“N-no!” Ah … that look of terror.
“I warned you. We gave you new parents. I can take them away just as -.”
“No! Please – I,” cough, choking on her own spit, “I h-have something.”
My eyebrow rises. “You do?”
“Y-yeah!” Hack. “P-please don’t hurt them.”
My grip releases, the sad sack of flesh hitting the ground. “Tell me.”
“Sh-shopping centres.”
“What?”
“Mommy s-said you won’t attack there because it, it’s in public.”
“Is that it?” Seriously?! Anyone could have pulled that out of their arse! My foot collides with her stomach. Good, jerk, cry out in pain, you worthless cunt. “After all this time, that’s the best you can come up with?” Another impact, a satisfying sequel, the little shit curling into a ball.
“I’m sorry!”
“You’re useless!” I bring my foot back again. Yes … I know I’ve been told not to leave any blood stains, any rips in clothing, to avoid suspicion, but I really wish to crack a few ribs. Maybe an arm, or both.
My phone lets out a ring, two.
Getting in one last satisfying kick, I pull it out of my pocket. The boss … putting an end to my fun. Answering, I report the pathetic amount of information to her, annoyance evident in my tone. But she barely comments on it, moving the conversation on. As she speaks, my mouth curls into a smile. Ah … interesting, yes ….
Yes, yes … that’s good ….
Oooh.
Delicious.
Ahh … yes, that is perfect.
The phone call ends with a lick of the lips as I stare down at her, the pathetic thing still cowering in a ball, hiding her face behind her arms.
“You’re in luck, Emily.” I smirk as she peels her face away to stare up at me. “Seems we’ve found a better use for you.”
Her eyes widen further, fear carving its way into her vulgar face.
She looks like she’s about to cry.
Divine.