Bryce

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Yamilet heard the sound of cards being played in Room 304 paused for two or three seconds, then the noise quickly resumed.

She was naturally less powerful. Though Bryce was also holding back, if they kept going like this for a long time, she would still be at a disadvantage.

The glint of the knife blade shimmered in the darkness, like some kind of deep-sea fish with glowing dorsal fins.

She licked her lips again and replied with a smile, "Treating you like this shows how serious I am, right? Otherwise, I would have pulled out my gun at the door. You know that it's illegal to break into someone's home without permission..."

Her room had temperature sensors and the air conditioning would maintain it at 20 degrees Celsius. If an outsider entered and changed the temperature, an alarm would be triggered to alert DOT.

But for the man known as "Ares" (the Greek god of war and violence) standing in front of her, all these were just small tricks that wouldn't work on him.

Bryce looked at her heavy makeup and frowned. "This lipstick color doesn't suit you."

Yamilet stuck out her tongue. "I don't care. I like it."

"You live in this crappy little house, doing some weird livestreaming where you dance and sing and take off your clothes to touch your tits, your pussy… you really enjoy doing all that? Uh?" Bryce's voice dropped in temperature as he suddenly pushed Yamilet's left arm away with force before grabbing her wrist from behind and pulling her around half a circle.

This time, Bryce wasn't treating Yamilet delicately anymore. He forcefully pressed her against the doorway while gripping her wrist tightly before slamming it against the door panel. Through gritted teeth he demanded,"Tell me...does it turn you on to let some random guy watch you play with yourself until you're dripping wet?"

Yamilet felt the numbness and pain in her wrist, but she still held onto the knife tightly. Her left hand balled into a fist, ready to attack the soft tissue on Bryce's inner arm.

However, Bryce knew exactly what Yamilet was planning and intercepted her punch halfway, restraining her left hand.

Yamilet scoffed and used all her strength to sink down, breaking free from his grip before delivering a hard elbow strike to Bryce's elbow joint.

Bryce winced in pain and quickly backed away two steps, avoiding a second elbow strike aimed at his throat.

The small single room wasn't very big, with a simple structure. At the door, there was Yamilet's L-shaped computer desk where she "worked". Behind it was a single bed and a wardrobe.

At the end of the room, half of the white gauze curtain covering the small window was drawn. Outside the window bars were rectangular bricks from the neighboring building, reflecting cool white moonlight inside.

A small patch of light silently streamed into the room, stopping right at Bryce's feet as if afraid to move further due to the tense atmosphere inside.

"So you came to watch my livestream? What's your ID? Have you given me any gifts?" Yamilet smiled while wielding her knife without hesitation towards Bryce's neck.

Bryce retreated step by step while navigating around the blade. The moonlight illuminated his sharp features and also shone on Yamilet's sparkling eyes.

He was so angry that his cheeks hurt while avoiding multiple strikes from Yamilet's knife. He said through his burning throat,"You're really obsessed with those crappy rocket yachts gits aren't you? Do you believe that I can shut down that stupid website tomorrow?"

For the past six months, Bryce had been following a target in Europe. Because of this, he had to calculate the time difference and visit that small website on time to watch Yamilet's livestream.

Yamilet never showed her face during her livestreams. She wore wigs and always had various lace masks covering her face. The camera only revealed her pretty chin and that powerful red-lipped mouth that Bryce knew all too well.

She would do three or four normal streams every week, which weren't actually that normal as she often showed off her cleavage and long legs. Depending on her mood, she might even reveal a bit of her pink nipple which was enough to make men go crazy.

But when it came to the weekend, Yamilet would really go all out by playing with herself using small toys or even just with her fingers while dancing around like she was wielding guns and knives. Every time she finished streaming, the camera lens would be covered in a mess.

"Wow, will you watch me and jerk off, Bry?" Yamilet's round eyes curved into a smile as she lifted her leg to knee Bryce in the waist.

Bryce blocked her knee strike with his hand and then slapped her exposed thigh hard. Through gritted teeth he said,"...no."

How could he say no?

There was a time when his assassination target was at the Vatican. Every Sunday afternoon, he would attend the last mass in St. Peter's Basilica. Twice it happened to be during Yamilet's live streaming time.

Bryce stood on the outskirts of the crowd, hiding his phone inside a hollowed-out Bible. He could hear Yamilet's moans through voice-changing software in his earbuds, which made him feel hot all over.

When Yamilet reached orgasm, he only glanced at his phone once before slamming the Bible shut aggressively, causing some tourists in front of him to turn around and look at him.

Luckily, he had a long coat that covered his loss of control.

***

Yamilet noticed that Bryce had finally made a move and quickly grabbed his arm and shoulder. She stepped on the wall next to her and used the force to leap into the air.

With one somersault, she easily landed on the man's shoulders. She locked her thighs tightly around his neck and thrust her knife towards his temple.

Beep - Bryce's body defense system was awakened by the danger that was approaching him.

The man moved faster than his brain, using one hand to accurately clamp Yamilet's wrist. He twisted it hard. The stress reaction made him instinctively prepare to dislocate his opponent's wrist.

If not a fracture, at least get her a dislocation.

Unlike before, Yamilet let go due to pain.

She knew that when Bryce gets real and kills, he's the real Ares.

Bryce took away her knife, tossed it towards the wooden door with a flick of his long arm. A silver light cut through the damp darkness as half of the steel blade deeply penetrated into the solid wood board like slicing through a pear with ease.

In an instant, Bryce lifted Yamilet off her feet by clamping onto her waist and abdomen. The obvious power gap between them left her right hand powerless to offer any resistance. She could only let him unlock her leg lock before he lifted her up like a pastry dough and threw her down heavily onto the bed.

Bang!

The mattress sank like an indentation on the moon's surface while several Duffy bears placed against the wall trembled from shock, toppling over one after another.

Yamilet felt a hot pain in her back and had blurred vision for a moment. Her wig fell off loosely onto the bed sheet, just like seaweed washed ashore by waves.

She thought that Bryce had still held back from hurting her too much as he hadn't slammed her directly onto her computer desk or the hard ceramic floor.

The sound of cards shuffling suddenly stopped as 304 began calling out bids rhythmically.

Bryce knelt on top of Yamilet, holding down his left hand lightly around her neck while he coldly looked at those brown teddy bears piled up together. He picked up one bear disdainfully before tossing it aside in contemptuous disgust.

"You wanna ride me? I'll make sure you get what you want later." The girl laughed teasingly at him.

Bryce reached behind him with his right hand to retrieve a folding knife which he then flicked open sharply, its sharp edge glistening brilliantly under dim lighting. He licked its designed patterned blade tongue-in-cheek before speaking hoarsely: "You are just asking for trouble little crazy bitch! I wanted to be good to you earlier but now you have gone too far…"

The next second, he gripped tightly onto its handle and viciously stabbed towards Yamilet's left eye!