Krueger just felt a bit underwhelmed when he first saw you, and the fact that he was asked to work as a bodyguard for a mafia mistress was a bit off-putting for him as well. But the good thing is that being your bodyguard is a really easy job, and the fact that you're really pretty to look at gives him nothing to complain about.

But every time he saw his stupid boss Ivan's hand on your body when he will always be a little bit inexplicable upset, he began to feel a little curious about you, curious about why you will become Ivan's mistress, but also curious about your eyes in those he can not understand the emotions. On this day Ivan is away for another half a month or so for work, and on a whim you find a bar to kill time, halfway through which something else with no eyes tries to make a move on you, and after Krueger gets you back to your car he cuts the man's hands off with the axe he carries along with him in the alleyway behind the bar.

You were first chauffeured back inside the luxury flat Ivan had given you, still not fully sober from the wine, and leaning back on the couch a little dizzy. The strong smell of blood hits you as Krueger opens the door from the flat door. You frowned, fanning yourself with your hand in front of your nose.

Krueger couldn't help but grin under his mask at the way you cringed as he walked straight towards you from the doorway, his eyes fixed on the pathetically small skirt you were wearing, and crouched down on his half-knees in front of you, helping you to undo the straps on your high heels.

"You're drunk, ma' ma."