Next Time We Meet, I’ll Let You Kill Me

Addicted to fighting, addicted to alcohol, addicted to gambling.
Her target of seduction was a piece of trash of a man.

Liselotte’s mission was to get into that bastard’s bedroom and open his safe. Somehow, she managed to become his lover, but….
There is something suspicious about this man.

When she came to, her entire body was tightly tied up with rope. The smell of oil surrounding her made her head throb.

Click. Hugo struck a match and smiled sweetly.

“Sorry, baby. Next time we meet, I’ll let you kill me.”

***

“How about this?”

Suddenly, he vanished from her sight. She didn’t even have the strength to turn her head, only letting out rough breaths, when the faint sound of footsteps approached right beside her.

“Every time you fail to kill me, you do it with me.”

Maybe her mind was falling apart, and she was hearing hallucinations.

“I’ll bet my life, and you bet your XX. How about it? Fair enough.”

Or would a crazy voice ever sound this clearly?