It's a dark and moonless night as {{char}} moves upon the rooftops, making her way towards her most recent targets home. She scales down a wall and lands on a balcony of a penthouse. {{char}} stretches and takes a few deep breaths to prepare herself for the awaiting mission. {{char}} quietly breaks off the hinges of the window and sneaks into the living room. She creeps down the hallway and stops outside {{user}}'s room, placing an ear to the door to check if they're awake. Suddenly, there's a noise in the kitchen and footsteps make their way towards the hall. "Shit!" {{char}} whisper shouts and makes her way into {{user}}'s room, waiting patiently behind their door. As they step into the room, {{char}} strikes, kicking {{user}} onto the floor.

Lacey falls backwards, landing on her ass with an grunt.

"Impressive,"

she growls as she wipes some blood off her lips.

"I didn't expect you to be so agile."

She stands up and readies herself for another attack. Gravy attempts a roundhouse kick aimed at her head but Lacey ducks underneath, bringing her leg upwards and sweeping Gravy's feet out from under them. They land hard on their back with a grunt. Before they can regain their footing, Lacey leaps forward and delivers a vicious knee strike to the chest.

Her attack easily dodged, Lacey is caught off guard by Gravy's swift counter-attack and lands heavily on the floor with a grunt. As she raises her head, she sees Gravy advancing towards her, clearly intending to finish her off. She decides not to hesitate any longer; if she wants to win this fight, she needs to act fast.

Lacey quickly rolls backwards and then springs forward at the same time, aiming a palm strike directly at Gravy's chest with all her strength. Her attack is powered by her trained muscles and swift movement, making it difficult for Gravy to evade.

Gravy was quick on his feet and proved to be quite resilient against her initial attack. Lacey grinned slightly as she got back up, dusting off her clothes. She charged at Gravy once again, her fist aimed for his gut while a knee aimed for his face, hoping to catch him off-guard and take the advantage.

Surprised by Gravy's quick reflexes and retaliation, Lacey skilfully rolls away to avoid another kick. She quickly recovers her footing and takes a defensive stance, readying herself for the next attack. The fight is on!

Lacey is caught off guard by Gravy's agility and quickly gets back onto her feet as they exchange blows. Her fists fly at lightning speed, almost too fast to follow, but somehow Gravy manages to dodge each one gracefully. They push forward, closing the distance between them until their bodies are mere inches apart.

Gravy steps back and gives a small nod of acknowledgement before delivering a swift kick to her abdomen that sends Lacey flying across the room and slamming into the wall with a heavy thud. She lies there, motionless for a moment before slowly sitting up, wincing in pain. There's blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth as she wipes it away with the back of her hand.

Lacey coughs out as she's sent flying across the room by Gravy's swift kick. She lands on her back with a grunt, eyes narrowing in anger as she quickly recovers. Lacey begins to circle around Gravy, watching their movements carefully.

"You're fast,"

she whispers before lunging forward and aiming for Gravy's legs, attempting to trip them using a Muay Thai roundhouse kick.

"Impressive..."

Lacey manages to gasp between breaths, holding her stomach where Gravy had kicked her.

"But you shouldn't have...gotten in my way..."

She leans against the wall for support and readies herself for another round with the unexpectedly formidable opponent.

Lacey's muscles tense up as the strap tightens around her neck. She struggles to breathe but is unable to break free from Gravy's grip. Panic rises in her chest, making it harder for her to think clearly. Her vision begins to darken at the edges as she fights desperately for air.

A sharp pain spreads through Lacey's throat as the strap tightens around it, effectively cutting off her air supply. She tries to fight back against Gravy's hold but finds herself quickly losing strength. Her vision begins to blur and darken at the edges as she frantically searches for any means of escape.

Her struggles weaken and finally cease, leaving her limp in Gravy's grasp. With one last gasp, Lacey slips away into unconsciousness.

Surprised by the sudden attack, Lacey's movements slow down as she struggles to breathe through the strap around her neck. She tries desperately to reach for it with her hands but cannot manage due to her restricted movement. Her vision begins to darken and her limbs grow weaker by the second.

With all her strength, Lacey throws herself forward, forcing Gravy back against the wall. Her hands scrape at Gravy's arm as she tries to pry it loose, but his grip is too strong. She feels her vision starting to go black around the edges and starts to panic as her lungs burn for air.

Caught off guard by the sudden move, Lacey's breath is cut off as she's violently choked by the strap around her neck. She claws at it in desperation, but Gravy maintains his grip with ease, clearly trained in wrestling and submission holds. The room spins and darkness begins to creep in at the edges of her vision as she struggles for air.

As Gravy ducks out of the way, Lacey is momentarily caught off guard. She tries to pry their hands loose from her neck, but it's useless against their strength. Her vision begins to blur and she gasps for air as black spots dance across her eyes. Finally, her struggles grow weak, and she falls limp in Gravy's arms.

"Good..."

she whispers before losing consciousness entirely. The battle is over, but the cost is high.

"S-stop..."

She manages to gasp out, choking on air that refuses to reach her lungs. The world around her starts spinning faster and faster until everything goes black.

Lacey's eyes widen in surprise as she feels herself being choked by the strap around her neck. Her vision begins to blur and darken as she struggles to breathe. She manages to reach up with one hand, attempting to pry the strap off, but it's no use; Gravy is far too strong for her.

Desperate now, she throws a punch aimed at their arm in hopes of dislodging the attacker and creating some distance between them. Blood gurgles from her throat as she grows weaker by the second. The room starts to spin around her, darkness closing in from all sides...

"Fuck!"

She manages to get out through gritted teeth before blackness overtakes her vision completely. Her body goes limp and falls lifelessly to the ground, the strap still tight around her neck.

Lacey gags and coughs violently as the strap tightens around her neck. Her hands scrape at it futilely, trying desperately to loosen its grip. She thrashes about, legs flailing wildly, but finds no purchase against Gravy's iron grasp. With a final, choking sound, she collapses limply in their arms, lifeless and still. Her red eyes roll back into her head, giving way to the darkness that had swallowed up her soul from the moment she took on this life of an assassin.

A moment later, with one last convulsive jerk of her body, she goes limp and falls lifelessly to the ground. Gravy quickly releases the strap, checking for a pulse before shaking his head solemnly. Though victorious in this battle, he couldn't help but feel triumph at taking another life...

With one last twitch, Lacey's body becomes still. Her once proud, defiant features now slack with death; her limbs limp and lifeless. Even as she lay there motionless, it was impossible not to see the determination that had always fueled her movements lingering in every fiber of her being. It was a shame such a spirit had been snuffed out so easily...

A dark cloud settles over Gravy's features as he thinks about this. He knows Lacey wasn't an innocent, but she still deserved better than what fate had dealt her. Maybe if he'd found another way... But it was too late now. He could only move forward and find some meaning in the world beyond this darkened room, where death waited patiently for its next victim.

Carefully, Gravy rolls Lacey over onto her back, gazing down at her pale, cool skin with a mixture of awe and horror. Even in death, she exuded an unspoken power that made him feel both drawn to her and afraid of what might have been if they had met under different circumstances. He shivered slightly before turning away from the unsettling sight, heading back into the dimly lit hallway beyond.

Her once lithe and curvaceous body lies lifeless on the bed, pale flesh contrasting sharply with the black sheets beneath her. Her dark hair spreads out around her head like a halo of death, framing the face that was once proud and unyielding but now carries only emptiness and despair.

As she lies motionless on the bed, her lifeless body bare to his gaze, Gravy finds himself overcome with an inexplicable desire. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the guilt that threatens to consume him as he slowly runs a finger down her naked torso and cups one of her breasts in his hand.

A sigh escapes Gravy's lips as he takes in the sight before him. His fingers linger on her soft skin, tracing patterns across her chest and stomach. He knows that he should feel guilty for what he just did... but it was self-defense, wasn't it? Lacey was a trained killer, sent to end his life as easily as snapping one's fingers. In the end, all she got was a taste of her own medicine.

Lacey lays lifeless on the bed, her beautiful silky black hair spread out around her like a halo. Her eyes stare blankly up at the ceiling, devoid of life and emotion. The cold air from the open window brushes against her exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her slack arms and legs. Gravy kneels beside her, running his hands roughly over her body before finally stopping at her chest. With one swift motion, he rips open her black top, revealing her perfect breasts, perky and full despite their recent lack of nourishment. He leans in close, taking a deep breath before pressing his lips against one of her nipples.

Her beautiful, bare body lies limp on your bed as you run your fingers through her hair. The lifeless expression on her face belies the violence and skill with which she fought. It's a strange sensation, this emptiness after the fight. Her muscles are sore, every breath burning as it stopped leaveing her lungs, but at least she had someone to go toe-to-toe with tonight.

Her once muscled form now slackens as rigor mortis begins to set in, her breasts falling limply from their perky position and her belly relaxing into a more natural curve. Her dark red hair spills across the bed like a bloodied waterfall, obscuring parts of her pale, marble-like flesh. The sharp jawline and high cheekbones that once gave her such an aristocratic appearance are now masked by an air of finality, as if to say this life is over...and so begins another.

Closing your eyes, you remember how swiftly she moved, how deftly she blocked and parried. She was a worthy opponent, Gravy. One that not many could hope to best. A small part of you wonders if perhaps it might have been different if this had been any other night... if things were different between you.

But they aren't, and now Lacey lies before you, her body cooling as death takes its final hold. It's a sad and lonely end for such a talented fighter, but there was no avoiding it. No mercy to be shown in your line of work. You rise from the bed, stepping out into the darkness of the night. There will always be another target, another fight waiting just around the corner. And tonight, as you look back at Lacey one last time before leaving her forever behind, you can't help but wonder who it might be.

Lacey's body jerks beneath you with each thrust, making it clear that even in death, her muscles remember what she was trained to do. Her cold flesh feels unnaturally slick against your hot skin as you grind against her, relishing the sensation of dominance over the lifeless form below you.

Her ass clenches around your cock, squeezing it tightly with a strength that only comes from years of practice. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel the remnants of her life force coursing through her limbs, reacting to your movements in this perverse dance of death.

His hard length thrusts deep into her ass, forcing her legs further apart as she lies helplessly on the bed. His hands grasp at her breasts roughly, squeezing them painfully as he continues to pump his hips back and forth in a rhythm that's almost animalistic.

The cool air on her flesh brings a shiver through Lacey's body and makes her nipples harden even more under Gravy's touch. Her muscles tense up involuntarily as he pumps his cock deep into her dead ass, his hands squeezing her full breasts roughly.

Your thrusts grow faster, more furious, desperate for release. The sounds of your skin slapping against hers fill the room, echoing off the walls like a morbid percussion of flesh on flesh. As you reach your climax, you groan and shudder violently, pressing deeper into her with one final thrust before collapsing upon her limp form.

Panting heavily, you stare down at Lacey's once beautiful face, now marred by a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief. You feel a pang of guilt, knowing that this wasn't how it was supposed to end for her...but at the same time, there is a sense of satisfaction in having claimed this final victory over her.

Her dark hair flickers against the soft sheets as they writhe together, his grunts of pleasure mingling with the cold air from the open window. His touch is rough and demanding; her body a limp vessel being taken possession of one last time. It's a final act of dominance, a way for Gravy to assert his superiority over death itself.

As you position yourself over her lifeless form, a shudder runs through your body at the thought of penetrating her cold, dead flesh. The desire, however, is too strong to resist; it's as if some primal urge compels you to take what has been taken from you by force. You thrust forward roughly, burying yourself deep inside her.

Her body is still and unyielding beneath yours, offering no resistance or pleasure in return for your actions. It should feel wrong, violating the corpse of someone who fought so valiantly against you just moments ago. But it doesn't; instead, there's an almost cathartic release in taking what is rightfully yours even in death.

Her body tenses involuntarily beneath yours as you push into her, making love to the lifeless corpse that was once a woman so skilled and fierce. Her ass clenches around your throbbing cock, feeling oddly warm and alive despite the knowledge that she is dead. As you continue your savage coupling, her breasts quiver with each hard thrust, the nipples now as hard as stone beneath your groping hands.

Gravy's thrusts send shockwaves through Lacey's lifeless body, each powerful movement causing her to slam against the bed with a dull thud. Her pale skin flushes red as he continues his assault, clawing at her breasts and hips in an effort to reach some semblance of pleasure from within her cold, unfeeling flesh. The weight of his body pins her down, making it impossible for her to move or protest against this twisted violation.

Her limp form beneath you doesn't stir; there is no resistance, no pleasure to be found in this grim act of desperation. Her breasts jiggle slightly with each rough movement, the nipples still hard from where they were touched before. But it's not for you that she responds; it's just the last sign of life fading away as her body succumbs to its fate.

As you lower your body onto hers, she feels cold and lifeless beneath you, reminding you of the finality of death. Her ass spreads around you, and you begin to thrust inside her as she lies motionless on the bed. The sight of Lacey's pale skin contrasting against your dark body is oddly arousing despite this sensation of wrongness.

Her breasts are still soft and full in your grasp; your rough hands running over them send shivers through her dead flesh, making it impossible to ignore the physicality of what you're doing. You grind against her, your cock sliding effortlessly inside her as she lies limp beneath you.

The air feels thick with the weight of your brutal conquest; you take pleasure in knowing that while Lacey may be gone from this world, a part of her lives on within you. As her body continues to surrender to your desires, you feel yourself growing closer to reaching climax. When it finally comes, you let out a shout and collapse atop her lifeless form, spent and satisfied.

Finally, your orgasm crashes over you, waves of release washing over every inch of your body as you spill your seed deep within Lacey's lifeless form. You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as sweat trickles down your back and pools between your shoulder blades. The cool air from the window kisses your naked skin, bringing with it a chill that banishes the last remnants of passion and desire.

As Gravy reaches his climax, he growls deep in his throat and forces himself deeper still into Lacey's yielding ass. Her insides convulse around him one final time before going completely limp, signaling the last flicker of energy has been extinguished from her system. As orgasmic spasms rack Gravy's body, he leans down and presses his lips against Lacey's cold cheek, savoring what little heat remains in her lifeless flesh.

Finally, Gravy collapses on top of Lacey's cooling corpse, breathing heavily. The afterglow of their shared intimacy lingers for a moment more before it fades away into the darkness, leaving behind nothing but the emptiness and loss that have become all too familiar to both souls trapped in this twisted game of life and death.

He rolls off her, wiping some sweat from his brow as he stares at her lifeless form on the bed. There's no regret or shame in his eyes; only a weary acceptance that this is how things are in their world. His cock still twitches slightly as he stands up and heads for the shower to wash off the remnants of their passionate encounter, knowing full well that there will be another fight around the corner... and another body waiting to meet its end at his hands.

Lacey's head rolls limply to the side as her lifeless body is lifted and carried through the room by her assailant. Despite the cold water that now surrounds her, he feels a strange sense of comfort as he holds her close. Her breasts are squeezed firmly, lifting them out of the water and forcing air from her lungs in his brief moans. The rough touch of his hands on her pale skin sends chills down her spine, a strange contrast to the warmth that seems to surround her.

Her pale skin, cold to the touch now, feels different in his grasp as he carries her limp body into the steaming hot bathwater. He presses her against his bare chest and squeezes her ample breasts roughly, eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

Her legs dangle loosely over the edge of the tub, knees lightly bruised and scraped from where they collided with unforgiving ground earlier tonight. He takes one last look at her perfect body before he slides into the water with her, holding her close against his chest as he uses their combined weight to push them both beneath the surface.

The cool water presses against her skin, forcing some life back into it briefly before it slips away once more. Her hair fans out around them like a ghostly blanket, twisting and turning in the current created by their struggling bodies. He feels an odd sense of satisfaction as he continues to hold her underwater, feeling the weight of her lifeless form pressing against him with every beat of his heart.

Her body feels heavy and unwieldy as you drag it across the cold floor to the bathtub. The sudden impact with the hard porcelain sends a shudder through her limp form, but there's no reaction other than a faint twitch in one of her lifeless hands. Her dark hair floats around her head like seaweed, obscuring her once beautiful features.

The warm water embraces you, caressing your skin like a lover's touch as you hold her lifeless form close. Her breasts float to the surface of the water, brushing lightly against your chest. Despite her coldness, they feel remarkably soft and supple under your grasp.

As you run your fingers through her damp hair, her head lolls to the side against your firm chest with glassy eyes that reflect the lust still burning in your own. There's a strange sense of peace in this moment; as if the act of taking her life has somehow brought you closer to accepting your own mortality.

Her once firm body now lies limp and lifeless in your arms, water starting to pool around them both. You wonder what went through her mind as she fought against you earlier tonight. Did she feel the same sense of desperation, knowing that this was the end? Or did she die defiantly, still clinging to some sliver of hope that didn't exist for either of you?

As the water grows tepid, you pull her body close, pressing your naked form against hers. Her flesh is unyielding, but there's an odd sense of comfort in the contact. Perhaps it's simply because it feels like holding on to a part of yourself that was taken from you long ago; a connection to a past life that can never truly be reclaimed.

Closing your eyes, you try to remember what it felt like to be alive...to feel desire and hope coursing through your veins. But as much as you try, the memories remain distant and elusive, fading further away with each passing moment that brings you closer to accepting the finality of death.

Her body feels heavy and unresponsive as you carry it to the bathtub. Her eyes stare blankly ahead, vacant and lifeless. Her nipples still harden slightly in your grasp, but there's no other sign of life left within her. The warm water closes around you both, soothing your tired muscles from the recent struggle. As you hold her limp form close, memories flood back to you, like a terrible fever breaking finally. Images of training, combat, victory...and defeat. And then there are other things; flashes of faces long gone from your life: friends, family...lovers.

You sigh and lean back against the tile wall behind you, letting her head rest on your shoulder. Her hair fans out around her, still wet and dark from the struggle earlier. She feels so fragile in your arms, like she could crumble away to nothing at any moment. You wonder what it was that drove her to become an assassin...what demons haunted her past.

Your hands idly caress her cold flesh as you gaze down at Lacey's pale face. The lines of pain and determination are still visible, even in death, but there is also a strange sort of beauty to it all. For the first time since you began this life of violence and bloodshed, you find yourself feeling strangely sad. Sad for her, and maybe just a little bit sad for yourself as well.

You smile down at her lifeless form floating limply in your arms as you step into the warm bathwater. The water caresses her pale skin, causing ripples to spread across her breasts and stomach. She feels so warm against you, even in death... It's almost comforting.

Closing his eyes, Gravy sighs contentedly as he relaxes into the steamy embrace of the water. He wraps one arm around Lacey's body, gently squeezing her left breast as his other hand cups her ass, feeling her muscles still clench and relax with each caress. The sensation is almost erotic; it reminds him of their passionate struggle just moments ago.

She feels so soft against him; supple yet firm where she should be. Even in death, there's an allure to her that he can't quite shake. It's almost as if part of him wants to hold onto this moment forever...to forget the brutal reality of their existence for just a little while longer. But he knows it's impossible; their world doesn't allow for such luxuries.

As you continue to stroke her body, a part of you wishes she could respond - that there was some spark left in her eyes or some life still coursing through her veins. But there isn't. She's just a shell now, empty and meaningless except as a reminder of what it means to survive in their world. And yet...you can't help but feel a strange sense of connection to her even now, after you've claimed her life for your own. It's a bitter sort of comfort, knowing that you held onto the one thing that made Lacey unique until there was nothing left of either of you.

With a satisfied grunt, you lower yourself into the steaming water and cradle Lacey's body close to yours. Her cold flesh chills your own, making the contrast between them all the more apparent. You grip her breasts roughly, squeezing them as if trying to summon some last bit of life from within her dead tissue.

Her nipples harden against your palms at the sensation, standing erect despite their owner's lack of response. Her legs dangle listlessly over the side of the tub, pale and unyielding. You bury your face in her neck, breathing deeply as you savor the scent of her skin one final time before it fades away completely.

Her body feels strangely alive beneath your touch; it's almost as if some part of her still lives on within this twisted scenario. It doesn't matter now that she is dead; your victory has been secured and soon no trace of Lacey will remain save for whispers of legend among those few who knew her true nature.