Toy

"Fuck! Those damn ungrateful swine!"

Tylor stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the woman making a tantrum.

The reason for that scene was that she had been used as a scapegoat in her company for a rigged deal that went through and lost the company a lot of money.

"Mistress..." A young boy's voice fell out and Tylor glanced over to his right.

It was another young boy that was picked up by this wretch a few months ago. But Tylor did not care about competition.

He only closed his eyes for a short moment and then looked back at the woman that was now glaring at the boy.

"Are you pitying me?", the woman asked with a slight vicious voice. She even stopped smoking her cig.

"...No?I was just...", answered the boy. But it was already too late and a loud sound of a gunshot was heard.

The boy's body fell to the ground lifelessly and some blood tainted the clean floor with a sharp red.

Tylor already figured out what to say and how to act in front of this unstable woman. So he knew to keep quiet if not asked anything or when ordered something to just obey.

"Get rid of the body.", she said and put away the gun while starting to smoke again.

"As you wish." Tylor kneeled down to the dead kid and prepared to pick him up after using the kid's clothes to make a makeshift bandage so that he didn't dirty anything else with his blood.

Just when he started walking and came close to the door the woman stopped him.

"Wait." She turned over to him. "What do you think I should do with something that is useless?"

Tylor looked back at her. He knew that she was not talking about the kid's body that was in his arms right now. For that was already a done thing that did not need that question.

"Discard it. What use is something if it doesn't do what it is supposed to? Taking too long in doing so could cause more problems than there already are...", answered Tylor after thinking a little bit about it.

"Good..." The woman turned away from him and looked out the window to the city.

Not waiting longer Tylor went outside with the corpse. Looking around he started walking over to the maintenance room where there were trash bags and then put the corpse in one of them.

From there it took a while because he needed to be stealthy for him to manage to carry this lump of meat to the trash compressing unit.

But since he was already used to it, it was done at some point and he only looked at the bag for a short moment before tossing it in.

"Sorry, kid. If you just didn't open up your mouth like that you could have been living longer..."

This has been the fourth body now. His benefactor was already searching for his replacement but until now none of them were anywhere to her standards.

They were either unskilled in bed or too nosy for their own good. He even remembered how this woman brought a girl into the home once and then proceeded to strangled her the very first night after getting all paranoid that she had more fun with me.

Jealousy? He would not even think in his wildest dreams that this cold snake could feel that emotion.

"Fuck..." Tylor just rubbed his temple. He seemed to slowly turn into a psycho with a woman like that constantly being around him like that. It was already clear how indifferent he has become. And now he was tossing bodies of children into the dumpster as if it was nothing...

Even his choice of becoming an assassin was inevitably a result of his trauma this woman induced in him. At first, he tried to keep his hands as clean as possible. But lately, he started getting more jobs that had something to do with getting rid of people.

The Afterlife Club did not even change that. Actually, the fixer that wanted to meet him only used the Afterlife once as a meeting location and never again. So much for his fucking hope in climbing that ladder.

Two years already passed since then and he did develop his skills as an assassin quite well. Some even call him the phantom now but what did he care about shit like that. He wanted a job that could bring him the big money so he could be gone here.

He could also see the woman slowly becoming impatient with him. Otherwise, she would not have given him a data chip the next second he came back into the apartment.

"Get rid of this guy for me. Don't try to play around or play dumb because I know you have been doing mercenary work behind my back." She puffed some smoke out and looked at him.

"Since when?", asked Tylor back while inserting the chip in his neural implant and looking through the data.

"Do you really believe I would not keep track of my property? You know, I like you, kid. That is why you are still alive. So from now on, you will also do some work for me."

'Fuck...' Tylor knew this would become a shitty paid job. If paid at all...

And in actuality, everything started to get fucked up from that moment.

One corporate death after the other started appearing on the news and the woman that basically owned him, and who he could not escape from so easily, sure enough, climbed the ladder fast in her company thanks to that

The question was how long that would continue until he would be discarded completely. He fucking cursed his damn luck and the asshole that sent him here.

What he needed to do now was tread lightly and plan his steps carefully. Dying now after having come so far would be a waste.