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The third point of view:

Lily was determined to finish the job tonight but then, when she saw that face, the memories of the horrible experiences she had undergone in his hands came rushing back to her.

She had never forgotten him nor had he aged that much - he took care of his skin well - nor did he change. He was still the same debauched monster.

As someone hell-bent on seducing Fernandez, one would imagine she was dressed to kill. But then, she wore a simple red body con dress that brought out her skin color and as well accentuated her curves, resting just on her thighs.

She knew Fernandez, he always went for the innocent ones or the good girls who turned bad recently due to circumstances. It was a game to him - that was his own kind of drug - he wanted to taint their soul and as well, prove to them that they were no different than the average slut out there.

And knowing his preference, she dressed and acted that way. There was no way she was missing this man - his life was hers tonight. Moreover, those people had told her to be careful with him, Fernandez might be degenerate but he was a smart man, one mistake and she's finished.

Maggie didn't know how those people - Sakuzi - did it but one of the stewardesses made her Fernandez's escort for the night. Whoever that person was must be pretty powerful to have orchestrated all this. Why then can't he or she kill Fernandez.

No, Maggie shook the question out of her head. This was her cross to bear and her war to fight - they've done enough by bringing her this far.

Upon the stewardess's command, she stepped over to his table, her breath hung in her throat. May Fernandez not recognize her else she's fucked. Unknown to her, Fernandez took her anxiety as nervousness at being with him for the first time.

"Here, say hi to Fernandez," the stewardess said to her and she did as instructed.

"Hi, Sir Fernandez, I'm Lily," she intentionally added the "Sir" to seem too overwhelmed by his status and thrust her hand forward for a handshake. She would be a fool to use her real name; it was a straight giveaway to her identity.

"You don't need to call me Sir. Just call me, Fernandez," He kissed the top of her palm causing goosebumps to climb up her arms. The man was a devil in sheep's clothing, her naive self back down would have fallen for him as well - a perfect actor. No, a perfect predator.

The way his eyes rove over body licentiously already told her what the man was thinking. Nor did Maggie dare to put out the wrong body language - it was a miracle he hadn't recognized her yet. Anyway, it was expected. She was worth nothing to him then, just a tool to give him a male child.

When the stewardess left, Maggie knew it was time and had prepared to go sit on his laps as the other women did with his friends when she heard an order that made her freeze.

"Get on your knees,"

"What?" Maggie felt she heard wrong.

"Give me a blow job,"

Maggie heard ringing in her ears. What the hell was this bastard talking about?

"B-blow job? Right now? H-here?" With people around? Not that there was a law against it in this club, but still...

"Why?" he was smug," You don't want to do it? Then you can take your leave, "

Her veins burned with anger, but Maggie didn't react. Yes, she wanted to exact her revenge, but now, the opportunity had come, she would not let it go - even if it means becoming the slut he wanted her to become.

"No," Maggie lifted her chin, "I'll do it,"

At her word, Fernandez boomed a smile and began to clap, "Of course, bitch, that's the way to go. If you want the money, you gotta work hard for it!"

Swallowing the shame and anger, Maggie got on her knees in between his legs and began to work on his belt. It was obvious that the woman by her side was uncomfortable with the whole thing, but there was nothing they could do - the men were all-powerful and they couldn't go against their order. In no time, she had his member out and touched it tentatively, before putting it into her mouth.

However, Fernandez was still not satisfied, "Take me further into your mouth," He said, his hand already pushing down on her head.

Maggie choked, her eyes burning with tears as she took him deep in her throat.

"Yes, that feels good," Fernandez moaned, his head thrown back as he relinquished the feeling. His friends by his side licked their lips, desiring to be in his position.

"Yes, you're quite a good slut," Fernandez groaned, pulling and directing the way he should be stimulated. Nor did it help matters that he was quite large that Maggie felt suffocated. She retched numerous times from the torturous act and as if God heard her prayers, he stopped.

However, she didn't have time to rest before Fernandez hoisted her up on his laps. Before she knew what was going on, the man rod up her gown, pushed her panty to the side, and entered her in one rough move.

Maggie was about to protest but realized something, this was the perfect way to end him. Since he loved degrading women, it would be awesome for him to die in the middle of sex. He would die in the most humiliating way ever.

"Business mogul Fernandez dies while having sex openly in a club with an escort," that would make a fine headline in the tabloid. Maggie grinned evilly, mentally.

And so while Fernandez was busy riding against her and enjoying fine ecstasy, he didn't get to see Maggie pull out a small knife from the strap in her thigh - which he didn't notice earlier due to his quick desire to have dirty sex.

Maggie ignored him, but just as he reached his climax, she reached out with quick speed and slit his throat.

Lost in the throes of passion, Fernandez didn't even realize what happened until there was a scream of terror and people began to scamper - including his friends - only then did the pain register in his brain.

"Y-you," Fernandez's eyes went wide while his hands went to his throat as he choked on his blood.

"Yes me," There was a wild look on Maggie's face as she began to stab him on the stomach over and over and over and over….

There must be no miracle. The man must die for the others to be free. And all this Maggie did, while Fernandez was still inside of her. She hopes he rots in the deepest part of hell.