Hire to kill

HIRE TO KILL

17 minutes of unrelenting tension

She is the agency’s most lethal asset: beautiful, arrogant, untouchable.

Tonight she sleeps like a queen in black lace, unaware the contract on her head just went live.

A masked shadow glides through the darkness.

A needle flashes into her neck; her eyes snap open in panic.

Strong hands crush her throat until her struggles fade to silence.

She wakes bound to a chair, wrists bleeding, chest rising in terror.

A crimson silk ribbon loops around her elegant neck like a lover’s promise.

The garrote begins its slow, merciless kiss.

Every gasp is stolen.

Every fight only tightens the noose.

No guns. No screams that anyone will hear.

Just one room, one ribbon, and the intimate sound of a perfect execution.

She was paid to kill.

Tonight the bill comes due.

HIRE TO KILL

17 minutes. One breath at a time. You won’t look away.