Femme Fatale

The Suitcase Man

Rose woke up in her cosy apartment. Cosy was a rather nice word for it, but she was always been a positive person. Rose grabbed her favorite red dress, and looked in the mirror. Her long, wavy, blond hair was already perfect, her porcelain skin was perfect, her teeth were straight, and white, her beautiful yet cold light green eyes had beautiful long lashes, her lips were perfect and soft, nice and plump, a light red, so smooth. Her eyebrows were perfect, and her nails were a pale pink, nice and long. Her red dress had no wrinkles, and her specifically made comfy matching flats were all perfect. You get the idea. She was perfect, and a hourglass figure to go with it. She'd been born that way, oddly perfectly. Almost... alien. She was uh, well built, so men and woman found her dumbfoundingly attractive. The only thing that some people didn't like was the tattoo of the rose on her shoulder.

She then went to her balcony, where there a bunch of potted roses on a table, at the sides. There were two chairs on the balcony; one for her, and one for company. She cooked some pancakes and brewed some coffee, and sat at the table. She began to admire Paris. A rosy image of the sun going up. She saw the Eiffel Tower in the distance and smiled. But she had a goal today, no relaxing. What she needed to was:

Bury the body.

That's why she wore her comfy flats. She went over to her bed, and picked up the suitcase. It had been alot of effort dismembering the corpse to fit in the suitcase. They'd gone out on Sunday, an inconvenience, and her cover job as a psychologist meant that body would rot soon, so she had to do it on the very early morning of Monday.

She dragged the suitcase in the hall, as fast as she could carrying 200lbs of man in a suitcase, at 5am. Rose had meant to do it at 4am, but she over slept. Damn you, tiredness!

She found a red car. They'd forgotten to lock it. She didn't want to haul this suitcase to the middle of nowhere, if she could drive to the middle of nowhere. So she put the suitcase in the car, dropped the suitcase in the car, bought some gasoline and a match, and  got in the car. Normally she wouldn't be this reckless, she just needed to park the car where it was before. She needed to be quick about this.

When she was sure there was nobody around to see, she burnt the suitcase in a secluded area, about a kilometre away. She drove the car back and thank god, nobody saw her commit grand theft auto. By now some early birds, (old people) began to wander about. She got a ride off a nice old man, who talked about his wife alot. In the past tense, and soon arrived at her workplace. She was a therapist. This should be her last day here, before she would immigrate to America. She had a new target there. Lewis Wulu. He had a wife named Louise, but that hadn't stopped Rose before. His net worth was 1.09 billion. Her highest target, ever.