I hook my elbow around the blonde’s throat, slapping my other hand over her mouth as I drag her further into the alley and behind a dumpster. She tries to fight against my hold, but I’m stronger. I don’t need the privacy that this alleyway offers, it’s not as if anyone could stop me. It’s a preference. I like to keep the call of death intimate. Far from prying eyes. I slam her into the brick wall, collaring her throat, my arm fully extended to keep her in place. Her eyes widen in alarm when she realizes who is staring back at her, a shocked, breathy Mercy escaping her open mouth.
