Jasmine POV
I walked into the dimly lit room, scanning the space. A small desk, filing cabinets, and some random office supplies scattered around—nothing special. The lamp on the desk was the only light, casting eerie shadows across the walls.
I heard the door click shut behind me. Turning around, I saw the man, about six feet tall, bald with a pot belly. He gave me a smirk that made my stomach turn.
"I'm about to rock your world, baby," he said, licking his lips.
I leaned casually against the desk, trying to play the part. "Oh, really? I'm pretty nasty. If you spare my son, I can really show you what this mouth can do." My voice dripped with false sweetness.
"Son? Oh, the kid out there? Sure, I won't hurt him, but you'll have to do extra for me." His smirk deepened as he took slow steps toward me.
I continued, unflinching, "I promise, I'll make it worth your while. Just untie my hands so I can show you."
He stopped a few feet away, wagging a finger at me. "Nah, I'm not falling for that. I heard you all are military."
I straightened up, showing just enough vulnerability. "I'm not military, that's the others out there. Come check my ID. It's in my back pocket."
I bent forward, arching my back just enough for him to get distracted. He stepped closer, his hands moving to my thighs and up to my ass. His hands groped me, and I let out a fake moan, his excitement growing with each second.
I could feel his breath on my neck as he pulled out my wallet. "Jasmine A. West, 30 years old, 8915 Washington Ave, Falkirk, Wyoming. At least now I know where you live." He smirked, pulling me closer as his hands began to wander. "I can come visit later."
"See? Not military," I said, trying to appear weak, my stomach turning as his hands continued to grope me. "So can you untie me now?"
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned in, licking and kissing my neck, before finally pulling away to look at me. "You're lucky. Thought I'd have to be more forceful," he muttered, pulling a pocket knife from his belt and cutting the zip tie.
I smiled, sweetly, with all the charm I could muster. "Thank you, baby."
He stared at me, dazed, but I could feel him getting closer, trying to kiss me. I stopped him by holding my hand to his chest.
"Don't you want me to strip for you?" I said, batting my eyelashes, and pushing him back gently. He hesitated, unsure, so I started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. His eyes widened as I slowly revealed more of my chest.
He took a step forward, pressing himself against me. "No. I want to unravel you myself." His voice dropped low as he grabbed me and kissed me roughly.
I relaxed, trying not to tense, while my hands reached for my belt. His tongue pressed into my mouth, the taste of cigarettes and stale cheese flooding me. It took everything in me not to gag.
Once I had my belt off, I moved quickly, wrapping it around his neck before he even realized what was happening. I jumped, using my legs to hook around his waist. I pulled the belt tight, catching him by surprise.
At first, he seemed to think it was some kink thing. Then his breath started to catch, his eyes widening in shock. He started tapping on my body in an attempt to make me loosen my grip, but the taps quickly turned into desperate punches. I seized the opportunity. With a sharp bite, I sank my teeth into his tongue, ripping it out with a swift motion. His scream was muffled, only a faint shriek escaping as blood filled his mouth. I spat his tongue out onto the floor, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
He stared at me, his expression morphing from shock to pure rage. In his fury, he lifted me off the ground and slammed me against the desk, the walls, the door, and the cabinets in an attempt to break my hold. Each strike only fueled my grip tighter.
To avoid drawing suspicion from the others outside, I let out muffled screams of pain and begged him to stop, pretending to struggle under his forceful assaults.
His hands went to his throat, struggling to loosen the belt, but I pulled harder. His face turned blue as I held on, letting out muffled screams that only made me tighten my grip.
His movements slowed, and the light in his eyes started to fade. Finally, after a few more seconds, I released the belt, and he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air, but it was too late. His body twitched once and then lay still.
I stood over him, looking down as my Status Window popped up.
100 EXP
Level Up!
I smirked, wiping the blood from my face with the shirt I had picked up from the ground. The mall was my battlefield, and I was playing this game with deadly intent. My heart pounded in my chest, but I couldn't let myself stop now. This was only the beginning.
Status Window Status | Inventory | Skills | Quests | Party (Locked) | Factions (Locked)
Status:
Name: Jasmine West
Level: 3 (50/400)
Alignment: Neutral
Class: None
Title(s): Medusa
Health: 150/150
Stamina: 150/140
Mana: 0/0
MP Regen: N/A
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 12
Perception: 18
Luck: 6
Charisma: 7
Willpower: 10
Instinct: 8
Free Attribute Points: 10
Skill Points: 2
My stats updated, and I now stood at Level 3.
I quickly looted his body—pistol, pocket knife, wallet, and 15 bronze coins. I tossed the wallet aside, no need for it, but the coins... they were something to think about. I kept them for now, but I'm unsure of what they might be used for.
As I looked around the room, considering my next move, a sudden knock on the door startled me.
"Boss, are you done already? If you can't handle it, let me get a piece," a voice came from the other side.
I quickly moved into position.
Then I heard a yell outside, "What the hell is going on?! How did he get untied?"
The distraction was all I needed. With a quick kick, I slammed the door open and fired at the first man I saw.