"Bought you a sewing kit."
"What for?"
"For you to sew your balls back on."
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Frisk.
Young
Smart
And fast
a calm before a storm.
She works as hitman and qualified as a professional at her work.
Used to be enrolled in...
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"Special delivery" It's a voice of a male that sounded like a teenager trying to fool the cashier on buying liquor underage.
smells like someone is trying to kill her on her first day here..just a give her a break already.
Frisk walk slowly to her purse grabbing both of her revolver She stand beside the entrance opening the knob As it swings open. And as you expect that guy came in like a fucking bull But she kick him to the wall as she pinned him. He isn't so muscular so it's easy to push him She presses the hard revolver to his head aggressively
"Put down your fucking gun." Frisk pushed it roughly crushing his head to the door As He squirm around from her hold He's really getting on her temper..which resulted in a bad way, A loud bang resonates in the room and the cries from a young man with dirty brown hair. She shot his legs to keep him down as she took the pistols from his grip. Punching him for a good minute until she broke his nose.
"You're going to follow my instructions." grabbing his arms wrapping it behind her neck to lift him up and pressing her revolver under his jaw
Incase he do something stupid, might as well blow up his whole brain out. "Do anything funny and I'll blow your head out got it?Now fucking walk!" She spat pushing it deeper that it makes him harder to breathe.
After taping his whole body and his mouth Frisk placed him in the kitchen She pull the tape roughly it make him winced "Im going to ask this again...who. fucking. send. you" Pressing a knife on his throat making His body shake
"P-please" Frisk look away trying to hold her temper "I don't want to hear you beg, I want a fucking answer!" Frisk throw yet another punch to his face and well...it's a mess....he's missing a tooth and his nose shifted a bit She hated interrogating people cause it's such a waste of time and times are the most valuable things in her life..
Considering his young age and probably isn't that experienced this prolly scares him a little bit
He didn't say a words and only squirm around to get out of her grasp
"You really want to die huh?" She pressed it deeper that he started to bleed Tears fall from his eyes as he gulps, shaking his head "Let's try one more fucking time...cause The only red liquid im trying to get this night is a fine red wine.." She could feel his blood leaking down to her fingers
"Who send you?" She tilted her head watching like like a hawk "I-i can't tell you" He whimpered in pain cause the blade just seems to get deeper everytime he speaks
