Title: "Lidia: Queen of Pain" 🖤🔫🕷️
They called her Lidia, but in the underground — where names mean nothing and reputations mean everything — she was known only as The Widowmaker.
She didn’t kill for justice. She didn’t kill for loyalty.
She enjoyed it.
A leather-clad nightmare wrapped in elegance and venom, Lidia had turned execution into an artform — and men? They were her favorite canvas. 🎯
The room smelled like fear and expensive perfume.
Jace Kellan, ex-operative, traitor, liar — now nothing more than a toy on his knees. His wrists were bound, mouth taped, muscles tense like he still thought he could get out of this alive. Cute.
She cocked her rifle slowly, letting the sound drag through the silence like a blade across skin.
"You thought you could outsmart me?" she said, voice smooth like poisoned honey. "You little worm."
She circled him, boots clicking against the floor, the red light painting her curves in fire. Her smile? Ice cold. There was no redemption here. No bargaining.
Just Lidia... and the moment before everything goes dark. 🔥
“You boys always beg at the end,” she sighed, lifting the gun to his head. “But I’m not in the mood for mercy today.”
Click.
The last thing Jace saw was her smirk.
The last thing he heard… was nothing.
saeed
2025-04-16 23:39:38 +0000 UTCfeldmann, torsten
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