Night is the best time for a hitman to kill. It turns us into shadows which you only see in a blink of an eye before dying. Perfect for a professional like me, Viktor Petrechenko. I have been doing this job for seventeen years since I reached fifteen. This profession is a family tradition given from generation to generation. Although at my thirty-two years old I rather do other things than just staining my hands with more blood. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and sighed as I looked the people crossing by on the streets.

“How long is this dude going to make me wait?” I frowned to myself.

Not much time passed and I received a call from the mafia boss. Quite unexpected to be forced to flee leaving the objective alive. However they are the ones lending out the money so I couldn’t complain.

After all, my biggest contractor was the mafia, which values my reliability, just as much as I value their reliability in handing out 1.693.327 rubles I demand for every head I take. Of course, my job is dangerous. The police and the other assassins are constantly on my heels but at least I'm well paid. In Russia, I'm called Božalość and in Europe, Bogeyman.

You are switching tenses back and forth (keep in one tense - you started in present, so keep with that))

I put the keys on the contact, turned on the engine and drove through the M7 Balashija full speed to reach Ptichnoye. Five hours of small potholes, crazy driving and high traffic, a total horrible experience. My blood was boiling and I would have run over anyone who got in my way. Luckily, I managed to calm down so I wouldn’t cause any problem.

A large mansion opened its gates and let me park in front of the main door’s mansion. An old butler, who probably was a hired killer as well, received me. “May I take your coat, sir?”

Immediately I replied: “No, thanks. I have come to see, mister Aleksey.”

“Then, Follow me.”

Aleksey reached his status as a truly monster. Nobody complained about the strange death of the last boss and Aleksey, his right hand, turning into the leader. Anyway digging in was pointless because I was just an assassin.

The servant took me through the marble floor and the gold stairs to reach the meeting room. This must be an emergency, for him to be alone on this soundproof room was something like winning the lottery. His lowering gaze and wide eyes gave him away.

“Sit down, I need to discuss something with you, ”He told me in a strong but low voice.

I did as he told me and I asked why he called me so desperately, “What is so important to make you cancel my business and come?”

“My daughter. She has been kidnapped, they asked for a billion and a personal jet.” He responded.

I didn’t need any more words to understand the situation so I went to the main point.

“Do you have my payment?” I asked him with raised brows and rude voice. This job was personal and nothing good would come by taking things to the heart.

“As usual it is already on your account. I want them screaming like a girl before ripping off his eyes and bringing me their head.” He yelled banging his fist on the table. He was really affected by this, not really good for the business.

“Any information about who am I going after?” I asked him. Short time later he lifted up, went toward his desk, grabbed a brown folder and gave it to me.

“Everything you need is there, Viktor.”

I didn’t need anything more so I left the place in a hurry. A hundred meters away from Aleksey’s house I stepped out of the railway, used the indicator and checked the files.

Basically, I had to kill three rich bastards who thought they could bite more than they could chew. Every objective would be in the yacht, Le Grand Pleasure, near the port. A perfect place to perpetrate a kill away from unwanted eyes.

After checking everything, I went back to the streets in direction to the arsenal I had near the port. Lucky, I was for my base to be only a few meters from my objective. I arrived at sunset but I could already spot them having a blast in their last party ever.

I equipped with my trusty pistol, a knife, a SMG,a C4 charge and a poisonous gas charge. Also in order to reach fast and without getting wet I took a swimming suit. Then I assaulted the yacht at night time by climbing the anchor. There was one guy guarding the path although I quick cut his neck and hid him. Then I took off my outfit and went eliminated every living moving on hull of the boat without leaving a trace of them. It went as I expected, the guards weren't trained enough and they only made me waste the SMG magazine.

Later on I entered inside the yacht and I killed the rest of the guards. The cramped hallways and never-ending doors made it a pain in the ass but I managed to get through. Thanks to a guard that spoke too much, I found they were hanging out with some other girls on the saloon. Nevertheless, the daughter of Aleksey was being retained on the engine room.

I could go two ways with it, save his daughter and blow up the place, including innocent lives. Or I could execute them first and deal with the children later. Thinking much on what to do wouldn’t lead me to anything more than getting stuck so I decided sink this boat along with everyone on it.

Inside the engine room I suddenly heard some voices and not long time later someone let out a loud scream. I rushed to check what was going on and I found someone who fit in the description given. Emilio Enzo, auto-proclaimed a professional extortionary and drug dealer but only a shoddy criminal in reality.

“Before your daddy calls, let’s have some fun. We will create some good memories together,” He told her before licking her right cheek. I would have puked if I weren’t in a mission.

“N-No…s-stay away from me!” She replied quivering and sobbing.

“Stop crying, little bitch!” He yelled before kicking her so strong she ended up bleeding through her nose.

I didn’t hesitate a second to shoot both of his legs. Then he fell on the ground and I cut his carotid before letting him howl for help. I wished I could torture him more but I needed to be invisible to the other two members. She fell unconscious and by her looks, one could clearly see she lived a hell while kidnapped.

Trying to wake her up was useless and I wouldn’t force her much, she deserved a good rest. Now I was even more turned on in depriving them of existence. I set up the c4 and I prepared it to explode in three minutes. Enough time to take an emergency boat on the gunwale and get away from the radius of explosion.

Just about to leave with her on the boat, I saw a small standing figure looking into my direction which concerned me. I got closer to clearly identify it and I discovered it was a small girl of about thirteen years old.

She was wearing one of those strange brown monk clothing and a hood covering her head. I didn't know from where she came, I had the information that they didn't have any children. However she wasn’t a mind trick. I had only a few minutes before the explosion so I didn’t think twice and I grabbed her hand. Then I put her on the same boat and I left accomplishing my mission and saving a child. Killing children wasn’t a thing I enjoyed and I had rather cut my own arm than injuring one.

“Who are you little miss?” I asked her with a pleasant voice. However not a single reaction was shown.

After three minutes the bomb exploded, making the yacht and the people food for the fishes, but we were enough far and the explosion didn't affect us at all. All of a sudden, she took my hand and she started to talk in a language that almost made me have headaches. I was completely lost but one thing I was sure of, she was a foreign.

I couldn’t see a thing because of the strong light she emitted. When I recovered to my senses I was in front of some sort of king, next to a princess, surrounded by people whispering and by medieval soldiers standing on guard. At first I thought this was some type of movie but shortly I realised it was impossible. This place gave me that feeling of medieval age when the king was the ruler by blood and nobody could complain.

I couldn’t make a logical connection with it, so I focused on my things ignoring everything else. The girl I rescued was next to me still not awake and the small monk girl that brought me here was gone.

It didn’t take long before the king started his speech.

“Welcome Hero, you who have come summoned by the glory of the kingdom, we request you to aid us in erasing the darkness that has fallen upon us. We beg you, great Hero, destroy the dark army whose wrath focuses on us and end this war which has taken too many lives.” He said rising his hands to the sun.

I let out a loud laugh soon after hearing that. They called me a lot of things such as monster, murderer and criminal scum and sure hero was not the right word. Everyone around me seemed out of place because of my laughing and so the king made his entrance again on scene.

“Glorious Hero, why you laugh on us?”

I would have continued laughing but that wouldn’t get me far so I relaxed and replied back: “I’m not a hero, but a monster. Anyway, what do I earn from slaying the dark army?”

“Hero, I offer you glory, power and a name on history.”

“That is all you are able to offer? What about lending me some money?” I asked him

rubbing my index and thumb.

“Hero, I feel honoured and humbled to be on your presence so I am willing to offer you the hand of my daughter instead.” He responded bowing.

Everyone remained gawking and staring at us for a moment. They seemed in a terrible situation but I didn’t give a crap. I wouldn’t risk my life for anything worth like money. Also, this seemed stupid and if they really needed my help they would have given me an offering to my liking and not theirs. I agree her daughter had a charming figure which could lure any men to bed and once seen one wouldn’t focus on anything else.

Nonetheless, I didn't care about love or this world, I was a hitman so I had a fee. I didn’t need anything else than cash and to be healthy.

“King of whatever land, lend me cash and I will offer you my services.”

I insisted but I knew it was useless. After every idiot that has betrayed me and others who wouldn’t accept my price, nobody can't trick me anymore. His own goods and status were more important than anything else. I guessed so when he fast grabbed his crown and he started rubbing a diamond ring with his hands while rejecting.

“I’m leaving, I had enough of this chat and hero thing,” I told him before turning back and grabbing the sleeping daughter. I wasn't going be paid and there were more important things out there such as knowing more about the new world.

Although he wouldn’t let me go that simple. When the king saw I was about to leave, he ordered my arrest. I had a toxic gas grenade and a few bullets on my pistol so I could have shot the soldiers. Even by doing so, more soldiers would come so would end up worst. Also she I had to protect her I guess, fortunately, they would let her go because of her age.

I ended up in a prison with moulded walls, no window and a long chain my right foot. Though I wasn’t alone, I had to share the small space I had with a woman. She had a voluptuous figure with green hair, a small freckle near her thick lips and a long hair reaching all the way down to her enormous chest.

“Strange to see a woman down here? What have you come for?” I asked her once the guards were gone from sight.

“I was the queen before my husband dumped me here for cheating on him?” She replied with a smile.

“What about you?”

“I rejected your husband offer of being a hero and he decided to keep me in jail.”

“Interesting, for someone to reject his offer,” She said grinning.

This was like looking at a soap opera where the husband would get rid of her wife sick of her demands.

“Do you want have some fun?” She asked smiling.

“What could we do so the time isn’t boring miss?”

“How about having sex?” She said winking. Immediately I started coughing and I thought my mind was playing tricks with me.

“Didn’t you hear well, let’s have some sex. Hurry and strip,” She said heavy breathing while turning red.

“Sorry miss but I won’t participate in such thing. Why I would even do it?”

“Of course to make my husband envious and because I haven’t done it for a long time,” She said before trying to pull off my pants.

This was one of those beasts, a sexually frustrated woman who horny would sleep with anyone able to give her pleasure.

Seeing her attempts were useless she decided to strip first. Short time later she got closer and took my hand to put it between her breasts. Instantly I had in mind big soft marshmallows and I got carried away by her.

She didn’t take long to strip me while licking every sensitive spot until reaching my dick. When back to the actual situation, I couldn’t push her away. She was already attached to my thing like some hoover.

It wasn't my first time doing it with a woman because I have had a wife, but I have never felt this good. Her breasts turned me on the first time but her mouth would make anyone fall on ground of how good it was. I was about to let my cum out when the soldiers discovered us.

“You fucking horny woman, get near the wall you are chained and you come with me,” He said separating us. Short time later another soldier came to take me and I went to the torture room.

“You fucking scum, who gave you the right to have sex with that woman?” He asked before hitting me with his baton several times.

“This all you can do?” *ahahhahah* “Go to the gym fatty.” I told him while giggling.

He hit me a few hours thinking in breaking me, these idiots really thought that I was weak or something. Of course, this was a child play after all the horrible tortures I have been through. Also who would break or die from something like this, I would live longer to tell this as a story for kids.

I continued mocking them and they took a step further. They decided cutting and burning me would make me lose my mind.

“How does it feel, shit head? You should have accepted the king offer or at least have tried to stay away from his wife.” He said with his head high, full of pride and a large smile.

“This is so boring... If you are doing this for that shitty crown, I already settled I wouldn’t join him.” Not even a second and I ruined his hope with my words. It something to laugh at and so I did.

In the end, I won against them and I stood as a grave. They got fuming and gasping because of the strength I showed up. I think I didn’t give him the pleasure to see me crying or praying to God for salvation. Maybe they would have killed me long time ago if it wasn’t for me being their hero.

In order to avoid the trouble with the woman again, they took me to a new cell. This time I was alone in an even smaller cell than the last with a small spot of light coming through the window and a reinforced iron door. In that cell I promised to not be break or die upon them, for as long as I lived I would make them pay everything they would do to me.