The woman in red. She’s got this sword, and let me tell you, the way she holds it? Like she’s done this a hundred times before. The guy kneeling in front of her doesn’t even flinch anymore. He knows what’s coming—there’s no begging, no last words. Just resignation. 🔗⚔️
The boss takes a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling smoke like she’s got all the time in the world. She glances at the man on the floor, then at the woman in red. “Make it clean,” she says, her voice calm and cold as ice. 🚬🔥
And just like that, the blade swings. It’s over in seconds, and the room goes silent again. The woman in red steps back, her face calm, like it’s just another day at work. The boss doesn’t even blink—she just flicks her cigarette ash onto the floor and turns to Mark. “Clean this up,” she says, already walking away. 💄✨
Mark nods without a word. It’s clear: in her world, everyone’s got a role to play, and no one questions the boss.
keks walker
2025-02-26 09:01:30 +0000 UTC