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• dark/criminal version of @OfSharpInstinct
• descriptive and literate , 18+ themes
“ -- ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. "
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‘ 𝑮𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. ’
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄Ñ𝐀
𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓
* modern/interpreted adaptation of Narcos’ portrayal - variations apply.
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- OC / AU / RP
- American Assassin Movie / Books
- Seeking SLs, RP or Banters
-Mature Content 21+
-Friendly writer
- Special Assistant to the Director of the CIA on Counterterrorism
-Please 🔄 to spread the word and bring some action
Small snicker - 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵.
“Honey—“
She pulled out her hunting knife that was sheathed within her back pocket, and with a quick motion, she had it pushed up against his throat. But not enough to break the skin.
“Give it back before I slice —
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She paused, crossing her arms as she like the man up and down.
Suddenly, she starts laughing.
“Oh, honey. You’re gonna have to do better than that. What’s your plan? To lure me somewhere and kill me where no one can see or hear?”
“Torture. Endless torment while the victim pleads and begs for their life to be taken away.”
She chuckled.
“I could’ve done that, but I didn’t. I just… straight went in for the kill and was done within a few minutes. Nothing more, nothing less. Doesn’t that sound fair to —
— you? No? Of course not… you gotta be a “good boy” and follow the rules, right? Well, fuck that. I don’t follow rules.”
She made her way to the front of him, placing her blade at his neck as of she were about to slit it open. She wasn’t going to obviously.
“Maybe 𝘐 should —
“I don’t just… kill for fun. I killed the people I killed because they deserve it.”
She pressed her blade with a bit of force into his back - not too hard, though.
“I just wish you could see and understand that.”
Her whispers were delivered into his ear, drawing just a —
No one breaks her. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
She manned to get those cuffs off, and she’s sneaking up behind him with her handy dandy knife.
“You know, Detective. I have to confess something to you.”
She tapped the blade against his shoulder, slowly trailing it down his back.
Oh, she will. Once she gets these cuffs off…
What does she want? She wants to see him suffer for as long as possible on trying to capture her. The dead ends he hits, the frustration he endures, the long nights he stays awake because of her — it fuels her. She doesn’t want it —
She doesn’t believe that. Every officer she’s encountered has /never/ shot her.
Is he afraid she might kill him? Don’t worry, she won’t~
A man like him is too 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 to have a gun pointed to his head. She should know, she’s been watching him for the past few months now.
“Bye, sweet cheeks.”
She sent a kiss in his direction before jumping over her arms so her hands were in front of her — yes, she’s done this 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 times before. She then ran off, sprinting away into the night as she figured out where to go and how to hide.




