23th summer 514 av There was a feral grin on Ildi’s face as he kept a firm grip on the bag in his hands. A pungent stink was coming from inside. Getting the fish was easy, having the patience of letting it rot for day’s till the meat nearly slaughed of the bones was the hard part. Not to mention that he had to hide it in a spot where nobody would throw it away. But he had managed and he couldn’t wait to see the face of the woman when she found out all her clothes had been soaked with liquified and rotten fish. Best part of this wasn’t just the fun he got out of it, but the fact he even got paid a decent amount of money to do this. He was getting closer to the woman’s house and he slowed down, keeping his eyes and ears open as he snuck up to the window. He carefully looked inside of the house. He didn’t see anybody inside. That was good, after the few stunts he already pulled he had been fearing that the woman would have wizened up and stayed home today. He made his way over towards the door and carefully set down the bag filled with liquid doom and fished his tools of the trade out of his pocket. The locket was simple fare. Not even a tumbler lock, but just using a set of guards inside of it that would prevent any key not fitting past them to push the levery thingy that would unlock it. Getting it open without the key just required some patience, some skill and a bit of luck or practice and seeing as he already broke into this house a few times before to leave his other surprises behind, he had more then enough practice with this particular lock. Getting the lock open only took a few moments of him fiddling with his tools, squirming past the guards in the locking mechanism and getting at the bolt inside. After that the door slid open and nothing stood between him and a very bad day for the lady. He put his tools back away, picked up the sack filled with rotten liquified fish and got inside. Closing the door behind him. He walked over towards the trunk and pulled it open. He could just pour the fish all over the floor of the house. The smell would linger for a long time, especially in this hot weather. But that would only be a problem when she was at home. No he had planned something much worse and costly to replace. Soak her clothes in the rot, would be nearly impossible to get out and either she’ll had to walk around smelling like fish that had been rotting for day’s. Or go out naked. He pulled open the trunk. Opened up his bag and was ready to coat those clothes of hers in gunk. |