Kim
by Mark
She decides it's time to tie up loose ends...


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Eddie could feel the air conditioning in the room kicking into life. The hairs
across his body reacted to the sudden drop in room temperature - at the same
time, his wrists strained against the impromptu shackles that were securing
him to the bed. As he took a moment to consider his situation, it strikes him
that if the maid walked in right now he'll have some serious explaining to do.

His wrists and ankles were tied to the corresponding corners of the bed by bed
sheets. His head was supported by the pillow; as he lay there, Eddie could
already feel the beginnings of a muscle cramp forming in his shoulder blades.

"Kim, baby," he called out. "Are you ready yet?"

"In a minute," the reply drifted through the crack in the bathroom door. As
she stood looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Kim was putting
the final touches to her appearance. Her fingers felt at home inside the black
leather gloves she was pulling on. As she flexed them one last time, she let
out a small sigh.

So many things to do, so little time she thought to herself as she turned to
enter the bedroom. As she closed the bathroom door behind her, Eddie caught
sight of Kim as he strained his head towards the door. For a minute, he was
confused - she was dressed in her regular street clothes, which consisted of a
pair of jeans and a tight fitting black tee shirt.

Walking across the room and picking up her bag from the table, Kim pushed one
of the chairs across to the window. Releasing the stubborn metal clasp and
opening it, she heard the sound of the air conditioning unit grinding to a
halt as she sat down. Reaching into her bag with her gloved hands, she
retrieved a packet of cigarettes and a narrow black lighter.

"What's going on?" Eddie asked. "I thought we were going to have sex?"

"No, that's what you thought Eddie," Kim said as she fired up the lighter.
Sucking the fumes into her mouth Kim savoured the taste of the cigarette for a
moment before blowing the smoke out of the window, being careful not to
trigger the room's smoke alarm. "I have other plans."

"What?" Eddie sounded nervous now - his eyes were fixed on her gloved hands.
He knew exactly what those gloves meant - she only ever wore them when she was
working. "What do you mean Kim?"

"As much as I've enjoyed our ... partnership, I feel it's time for me to
branch out on my own," Kim leaned back in the chair, tilting her head
backwards and letting her hair hang over the back of it. "I'll be able to
maximise the profit aspect of the work, plus I'll be able to make sure there
aren't any mistakes during the planning and operational phase of my career,"
She took another long drag from the cigarette.

"Hey, look, I know I made a mistake with that last job, but we dealt with it
... "

"No Eddie," Kim hissed. "I dealt with it." She finished the cigarette and
waited a moment before closing the window. "Now, I know you aren't happy with
this, but I really think it's for the best in the long run if we go our
separate ways."

"So, what? You're just going to leave me here?" Eddie asked, struggling
against his impromptu restraints. Kim got up from the chair and picked up her
bag.

"Oh, I'm going to leave you here Eddie," Kim replied as she flexed her fingers
again. "But I'm afraid I can't take the chance that you might tell people
about me, so ... I'm going to have to kill you." She covered the few feet
between the bed and the chair in a matter of seconds and climbed on top of
Eddie.

"What? No! No! You can't ... " He spluttered as she straddled his chest.

"Come on Eddie, don't make this any harder than it has to be," Kim cooed,
stroking his face with her gloved hand.

"No! I won't let you ... " He bucked underneath her, trying to throw her off
his body, however Kim had made sure that he wouldn't be able to escape.

"You won't let me?" She laughed. "You're hardly in a position to stop me."

"HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE ... " There was a cracking sound as Kim viciously
slapped him across the face. Before he could cry out again she reached into
her bag and pulled out a small red foam ball and tried to force it into his
mouth.

Eddie slammed his mouth shut, stubbornly refusing to let Kim force the gag
between his lips. She shook her head before pinching his nose shut with her
fingers.

"If you're going to struggle Eddie it just makes it that much harder," Kim
said, watching as he struggled to prevent his mouth from opening in order to
suck down precious oxygen her fingers denied him. Eventually, as Kim realised,
his need to breathe overrode his survival instinct and he opened his mouth to
gulp down some air.

Kim swiftly inserted the foam ball into his mouth, pushing it far enough
inside so that he couldn't spit it out. His screams were now nothing more than
muffled grunts and cries. Taking a moment to admire her work, she leaned back
and reached into her bag, removing two things Eddie couldn't immediately
identify.

Eddie's eyes had tears in them as they grew wide at the sight of the plastic
drawstring bag that Kim held in her hands. The way in which she was inspecting
it for any holes seemed so business like, so ... ordinary, that when she
lifted his head up and began to pull it over his face, he almost didn't react
to it.

As soon as he felt the drawstring being pulled tight though, Eddie began to
thrash around the bed with every last ounce of strength in his body. Kim
gripped his torso with her thighs, holding herself in place above him like she
was riding some sort of bucking bronco. The interior of the bag began to cloud
over with condensation from his rapid breathing. Kim then steadied herself as
she threaded the second item she had pulled from her bag - a silk scarf -
around his neck.

Gripping the ends of the scarf in a cross-hand motion, she pulled tight,
pressing the material against Eddie's already constricted neck. His struggles
increased - something that Kim was surprised by. She'd never really had him
down as much of a fighter, but he was impressing her with his resilience.

Of course, it was only a matter of time.

Over the course of the next three minutes his struggles subsided, becoming
less vigorous as the combined effect of the scarf garrotte and the plastic bag
did their work. As she sat on his chest and his body became still, Kim decided
to maintain the pressure of the hold for another minute, despite her arms
beginning to ache.

As she unwound the scarf from his neck she checked for a pulse. Kim knew it
was just a formality, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Climbing
off the bed, she took a minute to check her appearance in the mirror.
Returning to her bag, she removed a platinum blonde wig and took a few minutes
to change her appearance.

One application of skin-lightening foundation to her face, a coat of baby-pink
lipstick and a pair of baby-blue contact lenses inserted into her eyes and she
was ready to go. She walked into the hotel a natural brunette but Kim walked
out of it a bleached blonde with a suitcase containing two hundred thousand
pounds.