Post by Winters on Jul 4, 2007 13:51:51 GMT -8
Am I Becoming Like...~?
Done at last.
The vision went fuzzy again, so Jonathan sat back in his chair. Tired by now... craning your eyes to keep awake during the whole time wasn't the most exhilarating thing in the world, but he'd gotten the information he needed. For about a good twenty minutes, he faded in and out of sleep.. rather relaxed---
"Come on around back Mr. Winters."
Blinked several times, as the T.V.'s imagery disappeared. But the voice was resounding as ever. Grinning to himself, he slowly stood up, picking up his cane to make sure he was.. 'presentable' instead of something more common, for this matter. Not hurrying, but definetely taking his time, he made his way through the doors, and finally once more, out back. And there it was, the body.
Somewhat 'smelted' shut, the girl wasn't exactly very pretty anymore. A pity. But she served her purpose in life quite well. Just another nameless statistic. Jonathan's face betrayed neither pleasure nor sadness, but his eyes were alighted with something, as he approached the body, looking it over.
"Shouldn't have lied to me."
Took a glance towards Valekin, to see if there was any sort of emotion over his face. "...B-But i-if sh-she h-hadn't... w-would y-you n-not h-have k-killed h-her a-anyways?"
Scarcely mattered in how he answered, for the most part, provided Mr. Kaluskov answered at all. He was checking a number of things, including body language. Propping up his cane, his left hand got out a handkerchief, and began to smooth over the shaft of the cane, particularly the bottom part. Took a step closer to the body, and with his somewhat cleaned up cane, to take care that no prints or insignia of his being was left, he took his time in slowly prodding the woman. Particularly the adam apple, and touched lightly down the middle of her melted chest, dragging it, til' it came to that one spot.
"R-Regardless, i-it w-would've b-been m-much b-better i-if y-you h-had b-brought h-her b-before m-me, a-and k-killed h-her t-then.. b-but t-this i-is a-a s-satisfactory j-job w-well d-done." A slight grimace.
What Kaluskov had done was irreparable damage to the body. Personally, Jonathan was starting to think that if he had toyed with her a little bit more, things would've been more exciting. Applying consecutive pain, gagging the mouth, letting it all mount up, until she was broken completely... Complete victory over not just the body, but the soul and the mind as well. If Jonathan had specified, Kaluskov would've undoubtedly done it, and the Serb was definetely capable of gaining 'complete victory' in his various other techniques, but... this would be enough. Would suffice for now. And the skill was most definetely present.
Note to self... specify, specify, specify.---
What in God's name am I thinking?!
Snapping out of some sort of trance, Jonathan suddenly backed away, but.. remembering the part he was playing, smiled. Reiterating what he had said, for it held true as thus:
"A-A v-very g-good j-job w-well d-done, Mr. Kaluskov."
Our future business prospects will undoubtedly yield some very interesting results...
