Page 11 of Body Tox

I gripped my golden curved blade in my hand, the end loop feeling familiar, and the sharp edges bit into my skin as they curved around my palm.

I pulled my hood over my head, fit my mask to my face, and wrapped myself in my black outfit. Head-to-toe shadow, I didn’t want anyone to see any part of me. My snow-white hair contrasted with the leather, but whenever I snagged one of my prey, it didn’t usually matter if they saw my hair. By that time, it was too late.

A few hours later, I’d found my target. I’d followed this guy for a few hours now. He was bar hopping, groping women, and getting slapped by the husbands of the groped victims. He wasa perfect mark. A scruffy guy blocked my view of my target, grinning at me like a creep and leaning forward over me.

“Well, hello there, white-haired goddess. I’m not worthy.”

I purposefully sneered at the asshole and then dodged him, trying to look around him to keep tabs on where my mark was. The guy laughed, bobbing in my vision and waving his arm in my face.

He finally wandered off, and my eyes were eagle locked onto the bald moron chortling and telling his war stories to uncaring females on the dance floor.

I yawned, my ass hurting from the spot I had been sitting in at the bar for well over an hour. I was feeling the effects of the stupid liquor I had been slowly drinking to keep up appearances, as well.

A drunk hunter. What a great combo.

“Want another, Doll?” the bartender said, and I shook my head.

Finally, my mark staggered over to my spot and stopped to look me over, his beady eyes and bald head shining.

“Well, hey there,” he said, surprise and lust radiating from him.

He smelled like cheap booze and a combination of different perfumes. I guessed that the amount of women he’d been grinding on had rubbed off on him. A hint of puke and some fast food lingered on his breath as he got closer. He reached for my shoulder, giving it a possessive squeeze.

I pursed my lips together, trying not to grimace.

“Hi there, big boy,” I responded, personifying my inner porn star voice.

The man puffed up like a peacock and smirked at me, moving his hand lower to rest it on my boob.

“What’s your name?”

I ran through random names in my head and landed on ‘Emma.’

“Wanna get out of here, darling?”

I smiled genuinely. The knowledge that this asshole was about to feel my blade was so potent that I could taste it.

Standing up next to the barstool, I nodded my head. I was a bit lightheaded and feeling that buzz just below the surface, like a warm hum reminding me I was an idiot for drinking.

He took my hand, and we staggered around outside the bar and into the alley.

It didn’t take him that long to try to slam me against the wall and eat my face. I pushed away my gag reflex, allowing the affection until he started pushing at my tight black tights.

“No. Not yet. Let’s get somewhere more private,” I offered, shoving his grubby hand away.

He lowered his gaze and smiled, gripping my hips and pushing me back onto the concrete wall harder.

“A whore has privacy requests? That was rich. You were practically begging me to fuck you in that bar, and now you want to be a tease?”

His hand reared back and struck me, making my cheek burn. The liquor and the jarring blow to my face had me feeling dizzier. I couldn’t track the man’s hands right. Things were moving in slow motion, and my vision had a few seconds lag, creating a double illusion of everything happening.

The street lamp was flickering, and the sounds of trash bins and coughing homeless people were the only things around besides his moans.

I thought back to the alcohol I was drinking. It wasn’t that much, and there was no way it would affect me like this. I shook my head, the asshole still tugging on my clothes and knocking me around.

Was I drugged?

I felt a cloud over my head, my vision blurring even more, and black spots forming.

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