Dirtied Hands-I

This is two chapter in one, it is long~

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"Where is the girl?" asked the first cloaked man who entered Angelica's house. He opened his hood for his face and bald head to show. 

"She should be here somewhere. I didn't see her leaving the house earlier," answered a woman who came with him to enter the house. She made her way to the kitchen, her strides was quick as if this was her own house. "Look at this!" said the woman in merriment, she pulled her hood from her head, showing the long black hair.

The bald man walked to where the woman was, seeing Angelica's body they both twisted a smile, "Look at the fashion this dark sorceress ended. An arrow to her neck! But I suppose this is not enough. I wanted to see far better death than this." Lifting her leg, the woman kicked Angelica's face and as if one wasn't enough, she kept doing it for five more times, as if she was releasing the hatred she had kept for years.