Victim

“You just have to obey whatever he says”

“He. Who?”

“That’s the main thing. You won’t know him, ever”

“Strange.”

“Yeah, but it’s the nature of our job”

I was a lil bit nervous while saying yes to him. I wanted job. Money. I was ready to do anything, but I never thought this would become my profession. Killing people.

“Okay. I am in”

 “And you try to cheat, it will be all over”

“Got it.”  

They never used to accept a girl in this job. But my experience in the field as a single member and my courage impressed them. I killed everyone who got a clue against me, including my father-in-law. All I gained was countless number of enemies; who waited for my life. I laughed.

** ** **

It didn’t take much time for me to become his right-hand. I was the most trusted person among all. They were jealous of me.

The imbursement was high. I never looked back.

I never knew HIM. Neither did he. It was his tactic.

**** *** ***

“Your new assignment”

I smirked while grabbing the envelope with photo and address in it. It has become a silly thing for me, to kill people.

“You have 24 hours to complete the task”

“More than enough” I sneered.

I opened the envelope. Unusually there was a piece of paper from HIM, with some scribbling in it.

I took it out, with great curiosity.

‘Be careful this time. The victim is so strong-cunning, the one who killed my father and she is my wife’

I felt happy since he assigned me to kill his wife. HE trusted me. He could have easily end up his wife, but he wanted it to be neat. Clean. And by me.

I wanted to see the face of that so called strong-victim. I showed high resolve. I pulled the photo.

I felt nausea when I saw the photo of mine with a red circle over my smiling face.