Acid Kiss

Content warning: This chapter(s) includes scenes of narrative violence and injury. Reader discretion is advised.

The flat was broken into. Door ajar. Sasha entered. Weary, she picked up an umbrella from the side of the door.

Amber eyes. Silver.

“Ahhh!” Sasha fell down.

A woman stood there wearing a moth mask. Red circles on the wings.

Sasha touched her face. Cut. Blood.

“Volkov… About time…” Sasha said, a slight tremble in her voice.

Mila noticed. Loved the fear in her eyes. A pinch of darkness. Pupils dilated.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Mila smiled with glee. She took off the moth mask. Long blood crimson hair and white skin. Russian bone structure and an hourglass form.

Mila rushed to stab Sasha’s heart. But Sasha opened the umbrella and the knife was caught in the wires. Twisted. Obscured.

Sasha ran back into the corridor.

She stopped. Falling back on her butt.

A group of thugs stood in her way. Mila was behind her. Swiped and cut Sasha’s back.

“Ahh!” Sasha screamed.

“Hunting Moorfield is so fun… Even the smallest seed can grow… And you are one bodacious flower… So we are going to pour battery acid on you…” Mila said.

“What?” Sasha said.

A man brought in a canister of liquid. Swishing end.

“Wait… Stop!” Sasha said. But he didn’t.

She was hoisted up and back into the flat. Tied hands and feet with zip ties. Mila swished around the acid.

“An escort. I get it. I dabble in that trade too. I’m willing to bet that you’ve used your beauty for everything in life… That your life will have no meaning without it…” Mila sneered.

Mila eyes glinting in the low light.

Sasha was speechless. All big talk of fighting back. But this was different. This was real. The end.

Sweating. Cold flush. Churning.

“Why?” Sasha said.

“Why?” Mila echoed.

“Why are you doing this?” Sasha said. Shaking. Trembling lips. Tears.

Oh. Mila loved this. Her fear was palpable.

“Because I am fucking crazy…” Mila smiled, her tongue licking her top lip.

“I have a proposal for you…” Sasha said.

“Oh? I’m not here to negotiate…” Mila said.

“Listen to me,” Sasha said, “Only a coward would do this…”

Mila flared with anger. She poured the acid on Sasha’s ring finger.

“Ahhh!” Sasha screamed, but she looked up at Mila, “Fight me like a real woman. Don’t be a coward…”

Mila flared. Gripping the bottle of acid. Sasha’s finger burning red. Bubbles. She tossed the acid bottle at her henchman and it exploded in his face. He shouted and groaned. Burning his face.

“Oh shit… I always forget to put the lid back on…” Mila shrugged as the man collapsed to the floor.

“Release her…” Mila said, “Call me a coward one more time… And you’ll have the same fate…”