I sometimes include elements of horror in my stories. It's sometimes too easy to think of other beings as human- but they are not. Here's an excerpt where we encounter a new type of near-human who has no concept of pity or mercy. Enjoy, and don't forget to visit my Kofi page for free excerpts, digital art, and more info on my writing process- ko-fi.com/cesavage. If you haven't read the rest of my series you can purchase them all at https://bookapy.com/a/132/ce-savage
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“What are you smiling at sweet tits?” growled the boss.
“I am just grateful to your associates for bringing me directly to you. I was getting weary of killing your serfs to get your attention,” she replied in classic Russian.
“Let’s see how grateful you are when we are finished taking our turns with you. Be nice and we might even consider a painless death,” said the boss as he undid his tracksuit bottoms and they dropped in a puddle to the floor. Little did he know that his rather unimpressive package would remain forever undelivered.
“Bring her to me, boys.”
As the thugs on either side reached for her, Dardenys snapped her crossed arms apart far too quickly for human eyes to follow. Foot-long blades of preternaturally sharp bone had somehow replaced her index fingers on both hands. Each blade struck with such velocity that they passed through spinal columns with barely a snick. Before greeting eternity the last thing each man experienced was watching their bodies from the outside as their heads tumbled to the hardwood floor.
Bright arterial blood gushed in hot fountains from the stumps where their heads used to be as the bodies hesitated slightly then fell much like a tree crashing to the forest floor after the final axe cut. Dardenys then leaned slightly forward across the desk and reaching a long elegant arm out in a deceptively languid motion, sliced the stunned boss man from testicles to sternum nearly splitting him in half.
As he jumbled to the floor like a bag of mismatched dirty laundry, Dardenys spun in a graceful silky pirouette to confront the three remaining gang members. She needn’t have bothered. None of them had even reached for their weapons or taken a step forward. Two of them had large wet stains on the front of their tracksuits and a steaming pool of urine puddling about their feet. Their mouths hung open and the flat dull look in their eyes told her that no one was home at the moment as their feeble minds had fled from the horror.