Kunoichi

She steadily came closer, entwined in the rope she used to lower herself, as he watched, in awe, pinned to the wall by the blades she'd directed his way. She could put him to sleep in a flash and he wouldn't realise it till it was too late. She looked him in the eye, like a predator looking at game, that deadly yet seductive look which comes with being in charge. That turned him on as much as her perfect curves did. She was the stuff that dreams were made of. And she'd bring unto him in one swift motion, a painless death. His death would be perfect; even he himself couldn't have written it better, he thought to himself, ironically.

She was gone, before his head hit the ground, a smile spread across it.