In a dimly lit hotel room, the Executrix stands over her sleeping target, her heart pounding with anticipation. Her silhouette is cast against the stark white wall as she grips a silver blade tightly in her hand. The target, a wealthy businessman, breathes deeply in his sleep, unaware of the vengeance that awaits him.
As she takes a slow step closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, the Executrix's breath quickens. She pierces the quiet night with a primal scream, launching herself at the man with savage fury. Her nails claw at his flesh as she tears off his clothes, leaving bloody gashes in their wake. His cries of pain are drowned out by her ravenous moans.
The Executrix straddles him, her body pressing against his trembling form in an intimate embrace. The feeling of her soft skin against his sends chills down his spine as she continues to ravage him
