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Big dawgs blasted in the the basement of a house that has be listed for sale for the last 9 months, Zeke love to listen to music as he worked. His hands covered in leather gloves as he dragged it across his tools of the trade. Knives, saws, pliers and other more interesting tools sat on the stainless steel table waiting for their master.
Zeke's mask changed with the music like a sound bar eyes bouncing and mouth mimicking the lyrics, Zeke was good at his job and he lived for the practice. Looking to the man tied to a metal chair, he couldn't help but smile. This guy had pissed off the wrong group, apparently he had ratted out one of his fellow distributors in order to become an informant for the Orlando PD. Shame that the supplier called in Zeke from out of state to deal with him.
"So" Zeke called over the music "what made you choose dealing?" He asked grabbing a small pair of pliers, Turing to look at the man in the chair.
The man seemed to just be coming to, as the drugs that Zeke pumped into him finally began to wear off. He began to panic and and strain agianst his restraints seeing the LED mask Zeke had on flashing red and white with the music.
"I understand the need for money" Zeke continued as he approached the man in the chair with pliers in hand a rhythmic bounce in his step. "I just gotta say Devin you chose the wrong group to snitch on" Zeke continued his mask making a frown with the LEDs.
Devin's went even wider if possible realizing the situation he was in "I can pay you!" He yelled as Zeke was writhin arms reach "anything you want I can get!" Devin yelled out straining hard at the rope tying him to the chair unable to pull free. The mask of Zeke change from a frown to a smile.
"Devin" Zeke began "you wouldn't be able to guess the amount of money I get paid for my services, I mean when your record is as good as mine you get pick of the litter" the mask moving with Zeke's voice "but that's not what I do it for Devin" as Zeke spoke he brought the pliers to one of Devin's fingers gripping his nail "no, I do it because I love it" Zeke's voice almost unheard over the music.
Giving one hard pull Zeke removed Devin's fingernail. Devin's voice screamed out loud over the music his tears coming even harder. "You see Devin" Zeke spoke looking at the fingernail pinched in the pliers "My job is to send a message" Zeke's mask mad a huge smile "And I Love my job"
Zeke finished his grim task and removed his leather gloves looking down at his handiwork. Devin would need the police to use his dental records just to identify him after the work Zeke had done to him. Zeke sighed as he removed his mask brown hair falling in front of his dark brown eyes. His flat face had the slightest smile as he looked at his latest masterpiece. Zeke has been working as a hitman, or cleaner as he liked to be called, for the better part of 6 years now and he loved his job. It started when he was 17 when he 'accidentally' killed a man that was responsible for a drive by. They pay he received for that was paltry compared to the euphoria he felt when he killed him.
Zeke shook his head out of his revelry. he needed to take down his kill room and dispose of Devin. Zeke would leave the head out so it could be found, making sure to actually send the message he was paid for. After which he would be wired the money, a cool 450k. After all it's a grim job that not many would be willing to do, but if people are allowed to break the rules, no one would follow them.
The clean up was slow and meticulous, but it was the cool down ritual Zeke took pride in. It helped with the flurry of emotions that always seemed to come after a job. Elation, excitement, even arousal seemed to flood his system and it took the clean up to calm himself. Once Zeke finished the clean up he left Devin's head on the step of the for sale house with his tongue removed and his calling card carved into his forehead, a diamond with a small z in the middle. The underworld needed to know that it was Zeke who completed the job after all.
As Zeke began to drive away from his latest project something very odd happened.
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