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Freedom
He felt the cold hand of fear caress his spine as he saw his client. Had he not hesitated for that brief moment, he might have been able to escape. "I want to employ you," the man said, his skin pale against the flourescent light. His breath smelled of dead flowers. Another caress of fear as the employee shivered, the geas locking him into the contract. Still, this would be the last job. After that, the curse would be lifted. He would be free. "Who do you want me to kill?" The man smiled. His teeth were stained red from the blood. flowed from the gunshot wound on his forehead. As he slid the gun over to his employee his voice was as cold as the grave he crawled out of the night previous. "I think the answer is obvious. I want my revenge on the man who killed me. You." He took the gun into his grasp, the geas forcing him to complete the contract. Either way, he'd be free. |