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victoria-ward420 · 1 year ago

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**Cyberpunk 2077: The love story of the deadliest mercenary in night city. *Disclaimer this story is nsfw and does not follow the original plot of cyberpunk 2077 so sit back relax and let’s dive into the life of v…. Also there is Sa and self Harm drinking smoking weed and other bad things that are not pg13.

The neon lights of Night City glistened in the rain, casting a haunting glow over the dark, rain-soaked streets. Victoria "V" Black, a name whispered with equal parts fear and admiration, prowled the alleys of Heywood. Born amidst the concrete and steel of Little China, she had risen from a street kid to become one of the most lethal mercenaries the city had ever known.V's journey through the marines was marked by pain and betrayal. The darkness she had faced at the hands of her superiors had left scars, both physical and emotional, but had also forged a dangerous edge. Abandoned deep behind enemy lines, she had carved a path through her captors, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken bodies. Her psychotic break had turned her into something more than human—a predator who found ecstasy in pain and death.

Now, back in Night City, V was a force to be reckoned with. She roamed the streets, a deadly dance of Krav Maga, Kung Fu, Muay Thai, and MMA skills, with a razor-sharp katana as her preferred partner. Her apartment in Megabuilding 8 was a testament to her chaotic existence. Liquor bottles, discarded weapons, ammo, and trash littered the floor, reflecting the turmoil within.

Tonight, the city called once more. A mission awaited, promising danger and bloodshed. V relished the thrill, the rush of adrenaline and the sweet, agonizing pleasure that came with it. The rain pattered against the window as V strapped on her gear, her katana gleaming under the dim light. She downed a shot of whiskey, the burn in her throat a familiar comfort, and stepped out into the night. The streets of Little China buzzed with life, but V moved with purpose, her presence a shadow that sent shivers down the spines of those who recognized her.She met with her fixer, an old contact from her marine days, who handed her the details of the mission. A high-profile target, well-guarded, deep in the heart of Corpo Plaza. The job was risky, but the payout was worth it. V's eyes gleamed with anticipation.As she made her way through the labyrinthine streets, she encountered a group of gang members blocking her path. They recognized her and sneered, thinking they had an advantage in numbers. V's smile was cold as she drew her katana, the blade singing through the air. V moved like a specter through the rain, her katana flashing with deadly precision. Before the gang members could even point their guns, she was upon them. Her movements were a blur, slicing through flesh and bone with surgical accuracy. Blood sprayed, mingling with the rain, as the gang members fell one by one, their faces frozen in shock. The last one standing barely had time to register what was happening before V’s blade found his throat. She stepped back, breathing heavily, her heart racing not just from the exertion but from the perverse pleasure she felt. She wiped the blood from her katana and sheathed it, her expression one of grim satisfaction. With the obstacle cleared, V continued on her path. She plugged in her earbuds and selected her favorite track, “Sucker for Pain.” The aggressive beats and haunting lyrics resonated with her own twisted psyche, fueling her as she navigated the neon-lit maze of Night City.The journey to Corpo Plaza was uneventful, the city’s usual chaos parting for her as if sensing the storm she carried within. She reached the sleek, imposing towers of the corporate district, the heart of power and corruption. The mission details replayed in her mind as she scoped out the heavily guarded entrance.Her target was a high-ranking executive, shielded by layers of security. V smirked, her adrenaline spiking at the thought of the challenge. She activated her cyber-enhancements, a faint hum signaling the activation of her cloaking device. Blending into the shadows, she slipped past the outer defenses, a ghost in the machine.The interior of the tower was a stark contrast to the chaos outside—pristine, cold, and calculated. V moved with lethal grace, taking down guards silently as she advanced. She reached the executive’s office, the door sliding open with a soft hiss. Inside, the target sat behind a massive desk, oblivious to the death approaching.V approached with deliberate steps, her katana drawn and ready. The executive looked up, eyes widening in recognition and fear.

“V…,” he stammered, but she gave him no time for pleas or explanations. In one swift motion, her blade found its mark, silencing him forever. As the body slumped to the floor, V felt a surge of dark satisfaction. She cleaned her blade and turned to leave, her mind already on the next task. The city outside still pulsed with life, oblivious to the small victory against the corrupt elite.

V licked the blood from her blade, savoring the metallic taste. The thrill of the kill sent shivers down her spine. As she was about to leave, the office door slid open again, revealing a guard who froze at the sight of his fallen superior. His eyes widened in horror, and his hand shot to his radio.

“We need backup in the executive suite! Now!” he shouted. V’s smile widened. More prey had entered the den.The guard drew his gun, but V was faster. She lunged forward, her katana a blur of silver. The guard barely managed to get off a shot, the bullet grazing her shoulder as her blade sliced through his torso. He crumpled to the ground, and V barely registered the pain, the rush of battle overriding everything else.Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway as more guards rushed to respond to the call for backup. V’s blood sang with anticipation. She darted to the door, using the fallen guard’s body as a temporary shield. Bullets peppered the walls and floor around her as the first wave of reinforcements arrived.

V threw the body aside and launched herself at the oncoming guards. She moved with predatory grace, her katana cutting through the air with deadly precision. The corridor became a whirlwind of violence, blood splattering the walls as she carved through her enemies. The guards fell in quick succession, their cries of pain mingling with the sound of gunfire and clashing steel. More guards poured in, but V showed no sign of slowing down. She reveled in the chaos, her movements a blur of lethal elegance. She disarmed one guard with a swift kick, then used his own weapon to shoot another. Her katana sang as it sliced through flesh and bone, the thrill of combat driving her to new heights. Finally, the corridor fell silent, the bodies of the guards littering the floor. V stood amidst the carnage, breathing heavily, her eyes alight with a feral gleam. Blood dripped from her blade, pooling around her feet. She wiped the sweat from her brow, feeling the familiar, twisted satisfaction coursing through her veins. The alarm system blared, alerting the entire building to the breach. V knew more would come, but she was ready. She had no intention of leaving until her mission was complete and every obstacle lay defeated. With her bloodlust sated for the moment, she retrieved the executive’s access card from his desk and made her way deeper into the building. The next target was a data terminal with valuable information that her client desired. As she approached the secure room, the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears. More guards, heavily armed and armored, were closing in.

V stepped into the corridor, her senses sharp and her pulse racing from the aftermath of the battle. The moment she turned the corner, she felt the cold barrel of a gun press against her temple. She paused, her hands slowly rising in a show of surrender.

“Don’t move!” the guard barked, his voice trembling slightly.

A dark smile curved V’s lips as she turned to face him, her eyes alight with a twisted mix of arousal and amusement. “Shoot me,” she whispered, her voice husky and filled with anticipation. “Do it. I beg you.” The guard’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing his face. He hesitated, his grip on the gun faltering. V stepped closer, her breath hot against his cheek, her voice a seductive purr. “You’re not going to shoot me,” she taunted, leaning in until her lips almost brushed his ear. “You don’t have the guts.” In a blur of motion, V’s hand snapped up and grabbed the gun, twisting it from his grasp with practiced ease. She turned the weapon on him, the barrel now pressed against his forehead. The guard��s eyes filled with terror as he stared into the abyss of her gaze.

“Well, I will,” she said, her smile widening into a feral grin. She pulled the trigger without hesitation. The guard’s head snapped back, a spurt of blood painting the wall behind him as he crumpled to the ground. V laughed, a dark, joyous sound that echoed through the corridor. She dropped the gun, the clatter loud in the sudden silence, and stepped over the body without a second glance. The thrill of the kill still thrummed through her veins as she made her way toward the exit. The building was still on high alert, but V moved with confidence, her movements fluid and unhurried. She relished the chaos she left in her wake, the bodies and blood a testament to her lethal prowess. She exited the building and disappeared into the neon-lit streets of Night City, the rain washing away the blood on her skin. Her mission was complete, and the rush of victory mingled with the dark satisfaction that filled her soul. As she walked away, the city buzzed with life, oblivious to the predator in their midst. V knew she would find another job, another dance with death that would sate her twisted desires, if only for a little while. She pulled out her iPod and changed the song, the heavy beats of “Mercury: Retrograde” still echoing in her mind. The night was young, and V had more blood to spill before it was over.

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