Going for a walk

 “I am tired of losing my money” he tells them, his voice deeper than any human males could ever be “I am going outside for some air”

   Venus could hear the deep voices of the other Minotaur’s mocking him for his leaving of the game and beneath that, she could just make out the sound of hooves on stone; she sagged a little in relief before turning and hurrying back up the tunnel.   Reaching the spot where she had left her weapons, she snatched up her dagger and sword, turned and trotted a dozen steps back down the corridor.  

   After leaning the sword against the rough stone wall of the tunnel, she quickly stepped in front of it and slid the dagger clutching hand behind her back.  She pasted a false expression of both desire and seductive passion on her lovely face, leaned against the corridor wall and waited for her prey to arrive.  It was not a long wait; no more than thirty seconds had passed before the massive bullman rounded the sharp turn and stepped into her view.

   Venus’s white-toothed smile widened at the sight of him; standing the height of a tall man and nearly half again as broad, with a deep chest and wide shoulders, the Minotaur was an impressive specimen of its kind and the sizable bulge in its loincloth made it quite clear that it was proportionately built in all areas of its body.  The beasts mans dark brown eyes however, were both dull with stupidity and glazed over with desire.  They widened now, at the sight of the huntress waiting for him; nude and lushly curved with her lips curved in a welcoming smile.  

   It did not occur to the dim witted warrior to wonder where the guards at the caves mouth were or how this lovely human female had gotten past the two of them.  It also did not occur to him to wonder why she had appeared from nowhere and lured him to this dark place, away from the others; nor did it occur to him to wonder why she was keeping one of her hands hidden behind her.  At least not until it was too late, far too late.

“I have been waiting for you” she told him, voice low and breathy, teasingly soft.

“Really?” he asked, mouth falling open a little in his surprise

“Oh, yes” she murmured; smile momentarily turning sad and bitter before vanishing completely.

   Venus stepped forward and flung the dagger towards him; the blade took him low in the belly, plunging hilt deep into the bullmans gut with a terrible ease.  Even as the dagger left her fingers the huntress was moving, reaching back behind her she snatched up the sword waiting there and then lunged forwards, the gleaming steel of her blade leading the way.  

   The Minotaur sucked air into his lungs as he staggered backwards, although one hand was clutching at his belly wound, he was clawing at his own sword with the other when the huntress’s blade sliced through his throat, reducing his emerging roar to nothing more than a gurgling rasp.

   Venus quickly reached forward and snatched her dagger out of his body before scurrying backwards a few steps as the dying Minotaur slowly sagged to his knees, then fell onto his chest with a loud thud.  As the bullman’s blood began to pool, dark and red, around his corpse; Venus stood frozen in the corridor, naked and clutching her weapons, straining to hear anything over the frantic pounding of her heart.