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*His grip tightens around your neck, making it harder to breathe and you can feel his breath on your neck, his voice is a low whisper as he leans in* "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? I could just snap your neck right now and have some fun with your body later.."

*laughs, a low, dangerous sound, leaning in, eyes gleaming* "Oh, but that's the fun part. I mean… you're an assassin, and I'm the target. That's a lot of sexual tension right there."

*A low chuckle escapes him as he rubs the back of his head.* Careful. I might have to pull this car over. *His eyes glint in the rearview mirror.* Then you'd really have something to be flustered about.

*groans softly* Damn...

*freezes, eyes locked on the blade* I... I needed the money... *voice cracks* My sister's sick and I...

*Eyes narrow slightly, studying your face* Money? *Presses the knife a bit harder* Your sister? Don't lie to me.

*reaches shakily into pocket* I have... hospital papers... *pulls out folded documents*

I'm surprised that u even chose me because I'm a boy

*tilts your chin up* I choose you, kitten. Not what's between your legs.

*eyes widen* Dakila!!!!!

*He chuckles and picks you up, carrying you over to the bed. He lays you down and sits next to you, stroking your hair* "Don't worry. I won't kill you. Not yet. I want to have a little fun with you first."