don't make any sudden moves [Purifier mission one-shot]

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TRIGGER WARNING:
This is a mission one-shot, and Sarah is torturing (and murdering) helpless victims. While I have vagued over the actual torture, and this one-shot takes place during a break she was taking, it is still mentioned. So if that makes you uncomfortable, don't read on!

They really were a lovely couple.

And they had such a lovely home! Sarah had made herself comfortable in the adorable cottage the man and his mistress had rented for the weekend. A getaway, just the two of them. Of course, their cleaning lady was absolutely terrible! She'd made such a mess! Tsk, that was no way to run a business. Maybe Sarah would pay the cleaning lady a visit later. Sarah sat at the kitchen table, feet propped up on another chair as she took a sip from the wine glass in her hand. It really was a fantastic bottle! "He has such great taste in wine! No wonder you fell for him." Sarah mused thoughtfully, talking to the woman in the room. All Sarah got back was a whimper in response, which made Sarah look away from the photo in her hand and to the pretty blonde. "Tsk, tsk, Words, darling." The woman... wasn't in good shape. She'd taken quite the beating. More then a beating actually. Brutalized so badly that Sarah didn't even bother to tie her up. The blonde wasn't going anywhere. She just lay there on the ground, so weak from torture and bloodloss that she could hardly move. The man on the other hand? Oh, Sarah had tied him up to the fireplace (with a raging fire at his back, of course.). Aside from the profuse sweating (again from the fire behind him) he was still relatively unharmed. No, Sarah wasn't ready for him yet. 

The woman only groaned again, and Sarah suddenly scowled. Really, was it too hard to ask for some civilized conversation? Slowly Sarah set down the wine glass and photo and kicking her feet to the ground. "You know, I really don't like people ignoring me. While I can see why you like him, I don't understand why he likes you. Your manners are absolutely terrible." Sarah was on her feet now, and had moved to carefully examine the spread of knives on the table. Her instruments and tools for situations like this. Yes, she was a witch but it was always so much better to get your hands dirty. As she selected one of her serrated edged knives she finally heard an actually answer. Or... Response. 

"W-why..?" The woman couldn't manage more then that, but at least it was english. Sarah looked positively overjoyed. "That's much better!" Knife in hand, she crossed the room and crouched down beside her weakening victim, taking the woman's chin between her thing and index finger, raising her head to meet Sarah's eyes. "I should explain myself, shouldn't I? You see, your only crime is being with the wrong man, at the wrong time." Sarah pouted exasperatingly at that. "It's such a tragedy, really. You had such a pretty face too. And when I'm done, they won't even be able to identify you." The woman let out a sob and Sarah let go of her chin, standing up and stepping over the broken body. "Don't worry, I won't kill you yet. I'm not done with my fun. But when I'm done with you..." She approached the man, tied to the fireplace. He struggled, but he was bound to well. And the gag in his mouth kept him silent. Couching down next to him she carefully ran the edge of the knife across his cheek, not breaking skin. "I have something special in mind for you." She pulled the knife away and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You'll be begging for her fate when I'm done." He thrashed and she moved back before he could headbutt her, grinning savagely. "That's the spirit! But you should really save your strength. You and I have all weekend to play, once I dispose of this trash..."

Sarah eventually killed the woman (after making her lover watch the extensive torture that broke both her mind and body), before beginning on the man. And she really took her sweet time with him. Keeping him alive for days while inflicting an almost inhuman amount of pain. He was begging for days, pleading to be put out of his mercy. But Sarah wasn't done not even close. And when she was? What was left wouldn't be recognizable. Even in death though her victims had one final punishment. Upon leaving that summer cottage she'd set it a blaze, burning all the remained. Well... burning the woman's body. The man's would be no where to be found. She'd made sure of that. And in the wreckage of the ashes on piece of parchment would partially survive, a half written letter from the woman to her mother. Confessing that she was afraid the man might hurt her.

Elaine had asked Sarah to make it look like a lover's quarrel after all.