Page 5 of Repossess My Heart

“Pricy blade for someone that defaulted.” I chuckle half to myself as I straighten to face her. The dead number forgotten at my feet.

She huffs, her hair wild slapping around in the wind, “Let me go and I won’t hurt you.” She warns. Her voice is soft, almost musical above the blare of my siren and the feed of nearby ads as they float by. Even with the threat… something in her voice seems unconvinced.

She looks beautiful like this, her breasts heaving, splattered in blood from my kill.

It’s a pity I have to crack open her chest.

“Reverie Vuli, you are in violation of the 2098 organ donation act. Your last payment was made over five years ago, impressive. Assuming you do not have the fourteen thousand credits you are owed to the Officials I have been sent to collect the defaulted organ as an Official appointed-“

“You’re here to murder me, you mean.” She interrupts.

My pulse picks up, anticipation settling in my gut.

Here it is. Show me, sweetling, how scared you are.

I take a deep breath, attempting to pull the scent of her in through my nostrils, instead only getting blood and grime. For a moment, I think there's a hint of something sweet underneath.

“Refrain from interrupting it goes faster that way.” I roll my shoulders back, reveling in the familiar ache there, “As an official mandated collector, I am here to settle your debt. Can you dispute the debt as unpaid?”

Her eyes drift down for a moment, a tinge filling her cheeks.

“Let the record reflect that a non-answer is a no. Can you settle your debt?”

“Fuck you, nobody can.” She snaps.

Her eyes widen as mine flash, recording her without my permission. There’s no way she could see it behind my mask, but I shut it down, noting the defect. It doesn’t dampen the smile, “By the authority of the-“

“Oh God, would you shut the fuck up?” She spits, halting my words, my fist tightens as I set my tech to back record. Unsettled by my own desire to memorialize this moment. Enough games. I lunge forward, knocking my boot into the gash in her leg as she cries out. Her head knocking just as painfully against the gravel rooftop as I take her to the floor, settling my weight on her as she thrashes. Desperately trying to free her hands from under my knees. I ignore her fighting, well mostly. My cock throbs as she struggles underneath me. Her core rubbing against mine in all the right ways. Boner during a collection is a first from me, but I’m not one to complain.

I quickly draw my blade to her temple, determined to make it quick for once when her movements cease. Taking on the air of more corpse than woman, for a moment I wonder if her heart imploded. I stare down at her as the last of the hazy emotion leaves her eyes. Making them somehow even emptier than before, unbearable now instead of just unsettling. A growl of frustration leaves my throat as I jerk towards her, my mask smacking against her as our foreheads meet roughly. She flinches, her body pressed tightly to mine. All of her pressed into me like a perfectly assembled machine. I’m breathing harder now, rage and irritation bubbling in my gut, but her eyes never change. My pulse shudders as one of her small hands clasps my leg,holdingonto me.

“How am I supposed to gut you while you’re making a boring face like that?” I growl.

Her eyes widen for a moment before she drags a deep breath into her lungs. Lungs that should no longer be functional. I jerk my blade from where the tip only barely broke the skin of her temple, leaning back as I slash it across her chest. Ripping away the damaged fabric before I disregard my blade all together, a cardinal sin for a Repo Man. The thick fabric of her suit rips loudly, mirroring her gasp as I expose her chest. Her bare breasts springing free as if they’d been compressed, fighting for freedom.

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you. That doesn’t mean you get to be an ass about it.” She whispers, not a single tear formed in her unmoved eyes. More calm unrestrained venom… determination than I’ve ever heard from someone under the threat of my blade.

Oh yes, your eyes will be mine. Somehow…

My fingers find the ghastly scar on her chest, like a perfect runway, showing my blades where to go. Where she was opened up before, by someone far less skilled than me, but instead of my blade, my fingers follow the raised line of flesh. My lips curling up in frustration that the effect is damped by my glove.

“Do it.” She urges, “Nine, that’s your…name,right? It’s what the guy called you.”

I cock my head to the side, watching her for anything as I palm her breast, flicking my fingers over her taut, dark nipple. She pulls her full lips between her teeth, her black pupils swallowing umber.No fear.

She’s not afraid.

“Can’t you cry a little or something? At least pretend to be scared. It’s fucking creepy.”

Her mouth drops open before closing and opening again like a fish freshly plucked from the waters of a tank. “I’m the fucking creepy one? You’re a killer, a fucking butcher! Just do it! Do your fucking job!”

“Your eyes are wrong. I can’t take them when they’re empty like that!” I snap back, pulling the scent of her sweat through the filtration of my mask. Loathing that for a moment, I can’t truly smell something. My hands haven’t stopped their memorization of her chest, testing each peak with my thumb.

The eyes are important, and hers makes me want to smash them like fucking grapes. But they’re pretty… so fucking pretty. I need to change them; I have to-

“Fine!” She yells, her forehead pushing roughly against mine as her hand slips from under my knee seconds before the hum of a plasma blade fills my ears and agony erupts in my side. I grunt as she wiggles out from underneath me, a laugh filling the polluted air around us. It takes a second before I realize it’s coming from me. That my cock is now throbbing painfully against my zipper and there’s a new anticipation in my gut along all the other nasty things. The laughter pulls painfully at the deep wound on my side as my gloves go slick with blood. Reverie pauses at the edge of the roof as I get to my feet, a promise in both our eyes. She knows it too. This isn’t over.

Not until I get her. Earn her fear, her tears.

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