Agent Tygress
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🕑 Added 2021-01-17 07:52:02 +0000 UTCIt was a simple matter to wait until the rest of the building was empty. The yoga studio was open much later than everything else, and a few dead janitors didn't concern them. The killing agent was based on chlorine bleach, simple enough to buy anywhere, and actively difficult to keep from going aerosol, hence, perfect for their purposes. She could only imagine what it must have been like for the girls in the studio as the colourless gas had come through the ventilation system. There was no way they could have known. Suddenly the air apparently ripped from their lungs as if they'd been thrown into an ocean of boiling, scalding oil. Gasping, collapsing to your knees; a nightmare. Looking around - maybe someone else can help me? Everyone else in the room doing the same thing, eyes bulging, slim hands tearing at slim throats, fine young bodies sheathed in skintight spandex quivering and dying, staring at each other eyes wide in terror and disbelief...
"We'll take that one, the Japanese girl in green."
"Hm?" Fawn is drawn from her reverie by the yakuza buyer thrusting a credit card into her hand. She shifts her stance as the man gives her a questioning look, clamping her knees together; too wet to stand any other way.
"Of course, Mr. Yamashita." She smiles, taking the smooth metal limitless credit card. "Anything else?"
"Keiko is still trying to decide which she wants for herself, I think." The middle-aged wakagashira admits with a chuckle.
"I can't make up my mind!" Keiko moans, her blue pigtails swaying animatedly around her distressed face as she fondles a brunette's breasts. The dead girl's mouth comes open as Keiko plays with her small, well-formed chest, and her head sways to the side, staring in a macabre imitation of life. "This one has such cute little tits, but just LOOK at that white girl! I mean LOOK at her!"
The yakuza lieutenant chuckles at the antics of his number one bodyguard. "The whole world loves a blonde," He smiles indulgently.
"Gentlemen prefer blondes." Fawn suggests as she runs his credit card for the Japanese beauty in green. It's almost a shame, she thinks, as she glances up at the girl. She was one of those women that was so pretty it almost hurt, an existential pain at the knowledge that such beauty is fleeting. Perhaps better then, that she died this way, Fawn thinks as her mobile flashes it's approval. This way she's plucked like a flower in full bloom and will never have to watch her beauty fade as the vagaries of time take their toll.
"Ha! In that case I'll take this redhead on the end!" Keiko finally decides. "I'm no gentlemen and there's just something about her. She's intriguing..." She muses, biting her lip thoughtfully. "I'll bet she was a lot of fun when she was alive!"
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Agent Tygress
Oh don't worry, darling. There are more buyers coming!
sarkan299
Oh my, poor girls. Their lives stolen away simply because they were attractive enough to earn the attention of this devious company and the Yakuza, reduced to mere objects. I wonder what will become of the poor girls that weren't selected... what a waste! I love it ;)
