No More Running

A young woman in a state of perpetual anxiety, paces around in a safe house where she has been hiding for week. Her handler calls, telling her to run—now! She grabs her go box and as she is sorting though it and getting final instructions, a man appears. He is not her friend. A well known assassin, he does not speak, but approached her quietly, wearing an eerie white mask. She puts the phone down and tried her best to convince him to let her live. She offers him sexual gratification and he seems open to it….she thinks. She has no idea. But soon she is on her knees sucking him until his cum empties in her mouth and she swallows all of hit, hoping he enjoyed it. She starts to plead some more, and he knocks her to the ground. He stares at the unconscious woman in curiosity. Later, she is in a chair and he is behind her. He wakes her up and she tries to plead, but the garrote goes tightly around her neck and she cannot breathe. She struggles and spasms–kicking—her hand grabbing at the garrote but unable to do anything about it. She was going to die, and die slowly because she was strong—a fighter. But after a long struggle, she was gone. Staring lifelessly at nothing. He takes the obligatory photos for his employer and leaves.