"He has to die!!" he grated his teeth and clenched his fists until his fingernails painfully dug into his palms. Throwing his weight around in nothing more than lazy lounge pants, the minor flabs on his tank were visible. Also evident was the ripped tracings on both arms and the fact that he was barrel-chested which portrayed that he did major work out during his youth.
"When will you put an end to this madness?" came the squeaky feminine tone that caused him to do a hundred and eighty degrees turn.
Her presence always calmed his spirit. But this time, he wasn't expecting her. She was a tall beauty about 6'2" in height, and had clear olive skin, dark long hair, intense dark eyes with a small nose, and visible soft lips. She has been his mistress for years, and has stayed the longest compared to his other mistresses who were too scared to deal with the dangers linked to being with him. This beauty was the bravest, as well as his 'Blind spot'.