"We tried..." He panted and tried to catch his breath but the pain was too excruciating. "We tried our best... boss... but..." The man grunted and screamed in pain as a sharp blade was plunged into his chest, straight into his heart. His companion saw how mercilessly he was killed as the blade was withdrawn and streams of blood flowed out of the fresh wound; the man began to breath his last breaths, his eyes fixed with the cold emotionless grey eyes of his Saeen. His companion shuddered in fear. He had never seen a human look so frightening before.
"Fucking perfect," the man heard his boss say for his grey eyes were fixed with fascination on his captive. And it increased the sense of dread and fear in the man. Served him right: he should've known what would've happened if he didn't produce results.
And now, the poor soul had no one to blame but himself. And the fear of death consumed him: a painful miserable death at the hands of his own boss.