The Essence Of The Darkness
Episode 2: Scanning the Prey

"The world considered of predators and prey. You were either hunting or running."

Inside the toilet, there was a man, his tall body wearing a white shirt that seemed to be stitched specifically for his size because it stuck so snugly to his body. His pants were dark gray, looking beautifully wrapped around his long legs. Meanwhile, his suit, which was similar in color, had been removed and simply placed over the sink.

But it was not the man's appearance that made Elana gasp, but rather what the man did.

The man was not alone, in his strong hand behind the rolled up arm of his shirt, there was another man in his grip who looked exhausted half-dead. The poor man's face was covered in bruises on the part of his eyes that had been so swollen to open, while his nose was draining fresh blood, not to mention with his bruised and broken lips, displays of similar blood that made his appearance extremely miserable.

However, it seems that the tall man who was beating his opponent was not as kind as heart to forgive his victims who were exhausted. His powerful fist moved again, punching his opponent's face violently without mercy, until there was a crackling sound either a broken tooth or a broken jaw connected with fresh blood that immediately flooded the mouth of the poor man.

The poor man instantly lost consciousness after the cruel crushing blow inflicted on him, his body helplessly drained, and was instantly ruthlessly thrown onto the toilet floor without mercy.

Elana's gasping voice turned the cruel man's head, distracting him from his already helpless victims and directing him to Elana.

Elana's eyes widened, while she was still standing glued to the doorway with a deathly pale face. The impulse in his rational mind yelled at him to run, but his body that was too frightened made him unable to move, fixated there like a frightened little deer under the caress of a starving lion.

The sharp gaze from the clear hazel eyes made Elana too intimidated to admire the man's outstanding good looks. Elana felt her heart pounding violently in fear, cursing at herself who appeared at an inopportune moment, at once he was horrified that he would end up like a poor man now lying unconscious on the floor.

The hazel-eyed man suddenly smirked. Her eyes had finished scanning Elana's entire appearance, and realized that the woman was just a small pawn of the weak who didn't deserve her attention.

"You're not gonna open your mouth to anyone, are you, little cat?" The hazel-eyed man suddenly spoke. Her voice was as intimidating as her sharp gaze, making Elana even more frightened.

He immediately shook his head, venturing out even though his entire body was trembling half to death.

"I'll shut up...." Elana looked at the victim of the hazel-eyed man and frowned seeing blood splashing everywhere from the man's body. His eyes watched closely and a hint of relief appeared in his soul when he saw that the poor man's chest was still rising and coming down from breathing.

At least he did not see it as a witness to a heinous murder on his first day of work.

However, blood stains are difficult to clean. Bloodstains are easier to clean on a wet ceramic floor, but it can be difficult to spot blood stains on the clean white wall until they dry out. Filled with that thought, Elana finally ventured to look back at the hazel-eyed man.

This man was content to beat his enemy to the point of losing consciousness. He should have been satisfied and wouldn't have stayed here to beat his victims to death, right?

"What... are you done?" elana's voice trembled as she asked, "Because of me. because I have to clean it," Elana's chin was poking towards the bloodstains that were splattered on the floor. Sachi had already warned him that drunken visitors were usually provoked by each other so they could beat and hurt each other in a bloody quarrel, and Elana decided to ignore it all, just focus on his job as a cleaner.

Guests in this place are kings, they can throw up, not flush their toilets, throw garbage or even bleed each other, and Elana just has to clean it up, he had to run his job undistracted because the assessment of whether he could be appointed as a permanent employee at this place, depended on the results of his work tonight.

The hazel-eyed man raised an eyebrow, as if not expecting that instead of running and screaming hysterically, Elana asked something completely different.

But, the hazel-eyed man decided to respond to Elana calmly, he nodded his head.

"My men will clean up his body. You wait here and get the rest done, "the hazel-eyed man turned around, then turned on the tap of water in the black marble sink in front of him and started washing his blood-soaked hands.

Akram had never found such an attractive figure like that toilet cleaning girl before. The girl was obviously frightened to see the bloody event before her eyes, but instead of leaving, she chose to stay and insisted on continuing to do her job.

Akram's eyes glanced towards the large glass in front of him, watching the toilet cleaning girl who looked wrongly behaved, standing there with her head bowed and obeying Akram's orders to wait awkwardly.

The cleaning service uniform used by the girl looked oversized, as if it was not made for her, and the skinny body of the girl seemed to sink behind it. However, Akram's watchful eyes could not forget the wide, dark eyes that were clear on the girl's face, it blends beautifully in a tiny, pointy-leafed face with children's hair on its temples that escape from the bonds of its ponytail.

Akram has had sex with many women, all from the upper class, famous actresses, the most beautiful models, and noble women like him who spend all their time to focus on polishing the beauty of their bodies. The women who served him before were always perfect, impeccable, and clad in high-class clothing combined with extraordinarily expensive jewelry that complements.

But this girl in front of him felt different, her hair was disheveled and sweat seemed to drench her temples, indicating that the girl had worked hard a few hours before. The girl's cheeks were also slightly reddened, and her tiny lips that trembled when talking to Akram felt so seductive that Akram could barely resist the urge to grip the girl's chin, he lifted his lips towards her, then pulverized those lips lustfully to kiss her all out.

Akram took the water from the tap and used it to wet his face. His mind should be cooled immediately. She couldn't possibly lust after a toilet-cleaning girl who seemed to still be innocent and didn't know how to polish herself.

A movement at the entrance made Akram gesture with his hand. Some of his men, who had come in full black suits, entered immediately, causing the toilet-cleaning girl to be pushed aside to make way.

"Bring his body, throw it in the street. People will find him in the morning and help him. Holding on to the pain all night I think would be enough punishment for him." Akram spoke in a firm voice. And without a word, his men instantly did as they were told, they hurriedly lifted the helpless body and carried it out of the room.

And stay with Akram with the toilet cleaning girl who is still standing there waiting.

Akram turned around, and his eyes were trapped again scanning the girl's entirety.

The girl bowed her body as if to salute, then spoke politely.

"Well, sir," he said in a respectful tone before moving straight away, kneeling on the floor and dousing the bloodstains with the cleansing liquid, then wiping them with a wet cloth without feeling disgusted.

Akram folded his arms around his chest, long silent as he watched how deftly the girl worked.

"What's your name?" suddenly Akram asked, breaking the silence.

The girl's body almost jumped when she heard her voice, as if she was too focused on working to not realize that Akram was still standing there. His head looked up, staring at Akram with open lips that made Akram have to grit his teeth so as not to directly ambush the girl like a hungry wolf.

"An. you don't need to know the name of a lowly person like me, Master," in a quivering voice, the girl replied.

Once again Akram raised an eyebrow. Didn't expect that the girl would dare to refuse to answer his question. If the girl knew who she was dealing with now, perhaps she would stoop down to kiss her shoes and beg for forgiveness for her life.

But Akram knows that now is not the time. With all the power he has, it will be very easy to hunt down and get the identity of a nameless girl once. And Akram had even pecked at the girl's face in his memory. He'll take care of this girl later, after he finishes his pending business at this place.

"Defuse to give a name, eh?" Akram straightened his back, then stepped closer towards the toilet cleaning girl who was still kneeling on the floor, realizing how the girl's body was trembling in fear as his steps drew nearer. Akram then stopped right in front of the girl, so close that his shoes almost touched the girl's knees.

"I will find you even if you choose to keep your name a secret, little cat," Akram made a threatening promise, before stepping out of the toilet, deliberately give time to his hunt to prepare to run as fast as possible before being hunted all out by him.

As he entered the car and left the nightclub, Akram crossed paths and stared intently ahead. The driver drove the car carefully, penetrating the streets were still crowded when the early morning was almost finished changing in the morning.

His phone rang, and Akram saw the name of Elios, his personal assistant on his screen. He picked up the phone, speaking in a cold tone.

"How's it?" tanyanya brief.

"It's been cleared, sir," Elios replied with a winged sentence without needing to explain everything. However, Akram knew his point, the traitor he had beaten had already been cleared.

The traitor entered as a financial person in one of his core companies, pursued a career with care and achievement so that the personnel who assess his good performance decided to promote his position up, up, to a more core financial position and hold more confidential data as well. Unfortunately, the temptation of big money that is easily obtained makes the traitor dark, secretly, he sells financial data, tender offer plans and all other crucial things to business rivals, making the company lose a huge profit.

Money may be a small matter for Akram, once he loses money, he can get his replacement easily in quick time. However, it was not a matter of money that made Akram go down directly to teach the traitor a lesson with his own hands.

All because Akram does not like to be betrayed.

Yep. The traitor will get the most heinous punishment from Akram. Anyone who works for him, must be willing to be faithful in blood and heart, otherwise they must die. Tonight Akram is not feeling well and there happens to be a traitor who can be his impingement. Elios has done his job well to throw the battered traitor's body into a deserted and unreachable place. Perhaps he was currently dying before anyone could help him. Being left in pain and dying alone without hope was the punishment he deserved for the traitor. The punishment given by Akram was clearly more torturous than a quick, painless death.

"Mr Akram" Elios' voice across there let Akram loose from the turbulent thoughts in his head.

"Yes?"

"Miss Gabriella just got home from Paris this afternoon, she contacted me to inform her she's available to you." Gabriela, who is called by Elios is a famous actress and model who is very beautiful, her career is quite global by being invited to the number one fashion week in Paris, and she was one of the women who knelt under Akram's feet and adored Akram very much. The woman was always looking for an opportunity to crawl up on her bed, and Akram accepted it with open arms. Which man would refuse the expensive meal that prepared himself for him? "Do you want to order Miss Gabriella's presence for the night?" elios asked again.

Akram pondered for a moment. Flashing in her mind the figure of Gabriella is amazingly beautiful, her body is tall with legs level which is an important asset as a model, her waist is slender but her hips are notched seductive, grooved, with breasts that fit in his hand. It is still coupled with the face of Gabriella who has Jordanian descent that makes her have a charming exotic charm, making her deserve to be in the ranks of women who have climbed on the bed Akram.

Unfortunately, all the advantages of Gabriella, it feels unattractive in the eyes of Akram tonight. What filled his mind was only one. A thin woman, with an innocent face with no makeup at all, looked at her like a petite cat in fear.

"No. I don't need Gabriella tonight" Akram replied briefly.

"Good, Sir. I'll inform the manager Miss Gabriella." pause for a moment before Elios asks again. "Is there another request?" tanyanya.

"Yes. I want you to gather all the information about a woman as detailed as possible."