Don't you move a muscle. And shut the fuck up. Oh, you wondering why I'm here pointing a shooter at you? I'm a hitwoman. You will have to obey me, or I will make this slow and painful. I know exactly where it hurts the most. But let's start gently, shall we? I'm going to cuff you and tape your mouth. No crying for help. I want to work in peace.
I pull out a gold ring. Recognize this? Yes, it's your wife's wedding ring. She asked me to help her. She told me "I've been thinking so long about divorcing my husband. He's a loser. So boring. He can't satisfy me. I have to have several lovers.... Show more