Eva - Page 7

A few weeks later, Eva did wrote back to Cynthia. Not giving up on her sister, Eva have found work near the city’s Church of St Joan, and she’ll move to the church’s hostel on her own. Eva wrote that she knows their family’s relations are strained, but she’ll slowly work to mend the bridge. Tough luck on that, Cynthia thought, but she appreciates Eva’s thoughts.

Ending the letter with hugs and kisses, Eva promised to visit her once she have settled her lodgings. And speaking of visitors, here’s one right now, Cynthia thought as someone knocked on her door.

Tucking the letter away in a safe spot, Cynthia checks herself on her mirror. She adjusted her tight, strapless dress, maximizing the allure of her ample cleavage. A quick check on her make-up and hair to make sure everything’s in place, she opens her door to welcome the guest of the night.

The guest was someone she knew, a muscular young lad sporting a brown jacket over white shirt and jeans, one of the Boss’s henchman.

“Hey, girl” the henchman said, his eyes shamelessly wandering all over Cynthia’s body, “The Boss needs help on sumthing, asked me to come pick it up at your place.”

“Oh?”, Cynthia was intrigued, “Did he say what is it?”

“He left it at the back last time he visited, I think it’s that one?”, he said pointing somewhere to her back.

As Cynthia turned her back on the henchman, a wet cloth was suddenly pressed over her nose, and she found her neck wrapped around by the henchman’s strong arms from behind.

Shocked by the attack, Cynthia gasped in the cloying fumes, and flailed her arms and legs against the henchman. But the experienced henchman merely shifted his stance to avoid them, and tighten his grip on her neck.

As she begins to pass-out, the henchman whispered, “Here’s what you get for being a traitor, bitch!” But Cynthia was utterly confused by those words, and soon, all was dark.

* * *

A few days later, Eva knocked on the same door, but there was no reply. Wondering if Cynthia was avoiding her, Eva tried to open the door and was surprised to find it unlocked.

“Cynthia, are your in?”, she called out, but there was only silence.

Artist’s Note:

And what happens to Cynthia? See the first chapter.

Also introducing our inker, Abel Retamales, who will be helping to work on the comics, some of the details are still being fine-tuned, but we appreciate any feedback on the quality of the works.