Both our bodies are washed with darkness. Neither one of us knows what the other one is doing. That is until the time I activated my skill. My once dark eyes turned green. The alley lit up with a natural glow. My target is in front of me. His gaze is far yet fear is near.
In a heartbeat, my tentacles dashed straight to his mouth. The others attacked the limbs and then his torso. Venom entered his body and paralyzed him to the ground. His mid-scream mouth frothed while his eyes twitched..
I grabbed my phone and took a picture of him. I sent it to an unknown client.
"Poisoned and paralyzed." I texted.
"Do the usual."
"That costs extra."
After a brief pause, my client gave in. The criminal underworld know me as "The Cleaner". My victims pop like bubbles, never to be seen. Thugs threaten one another in my name. While detectives wish that my name don't come up in their cases.
I grabbed the man and hugged him close. Smaller tentacles grew on my skin and pulped him like a grinder. Every blood that spilled, my tentacles drank. His skin, meat and bones are absorbed into my body. Another DNA to my repository of millions.
For this night, I was satisfied. Financially and physically.
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Today is a Saturday. And this day is when I spend alone in my house. Just me. No one else. Despite my invitations, my boyfriend doesn't want to live in my condominium. He's too prideful for that.
Nevertheless, the day is ripe for the picking. Out of the million possibilities, I chose one.