SMART MAN By Thais Jacomassi
Her presence was not one to be ignored. He could just imagine the platinum of her middle parted hair swinging from elbow to elbow. A beige satin dress clung to her body and a white fur coat hung off her shoulders. He could hear the heels of her sky high stilettos and the chilling screech of her axe dragging behind her. Her Colgate smile was bright as she passed all the rooms in the dimly lit hallway, hearing all the tortured and their tormentors. The cement beneath her feet was stained with dried blood and the walls beside her had now gotten to a rusted brown with yellows. Once she entered the concrete room, the only thing to capture her attention was the bloody pulp of a man sat in the middle. The silence filled room put an edge to her usually arrogant demeanor. She enjoyed listening to the whimpers, pained cries and hushed prayers that were so commonly heard. The man was silent and his posture made him seem composed. A dark aura surrounded him, which she had picked up on when she had first entered the room. His fists clenched making his knuckles turn white and his wrists were bloody from the ropes digging into his skin. Hazel eyes were as sharp as his jaw line. She propped her axe at the door and stalked towards the silent man, placing her forearms on the armrests of the chair so their faces were merely inches apart. “Do you trust me?” Her voice taunting and her eyes bright with amusement. The man met her eyes and with an uplift of the left corner off his lip he uttered a ‘No.’ Her smile only widened and she let out a breathy chuckle as she heard the sharpening of knives in the rooms surrounding them. “Smart man.” She glided back to the door to pick up her stained axe. A new 88
