[Totally Spies/Overwatch; hanging, strangulation; non-con]

“We've spotted the targets on their way back, ETA is ten minutes.”

“Compris. On my way.” Finally. Time to kill. As patient as she was – had been made to be – Widowmaker still preferred action over inaction. She got up and after just briefly stretching made her way down from her observation post on a nearby hill where she'd scoped out the house the last five hours. She silently and swiftly made her way to her mark, all but invisible to both the naked eye and electronic alarms thanks to a handy device provided to her by Sombra, obnoxious as she way occasionally the girl could be... useful.

The highly secure and electronically locked backdoor opened to her as she approached and Widowmaker could almost see the hacker's smirk in her mind. “De nada, Araña.” Simply shutting off the comms channel, Widowmaker did a quick sweep of the house, finding nothing out of the ordinary, before briefly recounting all the intel she had on targets, then picking out one of the girls' private rooms and lying in wait again.

Just minutes later the door opened and Widowmaker could faintly hear the girls chattering about shopping and some mission or the other and making plans for the evening to invite some boys over. A shame that was never going to happen. While she certainly wasn't opposed to an easier mission now and then, not that Widowmaker had any choice at all in the matter, she also had to wonder how a bunch of teenage girls justified sending one of Talon's best after them; but then again, she knew the uselessness of their normal henchmen well enough, and it appeared these 'Spies' were either far more competent than they let on, or just really lucky. But Widowmaker wasn't here to comment on the incompetence of Talon's grunts, she was here to kill, and so she was going to kill.

It took only a few more minutes for her first target to enter, just as planned. The redhead wearing a green jacket over a tank top and shorts likely wouldn't have noticed Widowmaker even if she hadn't been camouflaged, just closing the door behind her then making her way straight to her desk, dropping into the chair with a long sigh and putting on some light music as she started writing something. Samantha, the diligent learner, Sombra's info had been perfect of course. An easy target if there ever was one.

Sam didn't even hear Widowmaker uncloak and walk up to her holding a thin wire until the assassin suddenly looped it around the girls neck in one swift motion, pulling it taut with all her strength. “Wha-!” Instantly cutting off the girl's voice, Widowmaker swiftly made two steps back, pulling the chair away from the desk to avoid an unnecessary noise before bracing herself to keep it in place as she kept strangling Sam.

Ambushed like this, in her own home, the girl didn't stand any chance at all, gasping and choking, her fingers ineffectually trying to grip the wire around her neck. Still keeping up the pressure, Widowmaker leaned forward to see Sam's face deeply red, her eyes bloodshot and tears streaming down her cheeks, and couldn't help but smirk at the redhead's legs pointlessly kicking, finding nothing but air; if all of these girls were going to be this easy, it had truly been a waste to send Widowmaker after them, even Sombra could have done this one.

After another two minutes of struggling and flailing Sam's movements finally began to slow down, and tightening the wire around her neck some more, Widowmaker leaned down to softly, gently speak, all but whisper into the girl's ear. “It's alright, chérie, just let go. It will be easier if you just give in.”

This was always a bit of a gamble, because if they didn't give in, the victim might just get more defiant instead, but this time it paid off, and only a few seconds later, Sam relaxed, all but going limp with one last gasp more like a weak sigh. Of course Widowmaker kept the wire around the redhead's neck for a few minutes longer to be positively sure, then let go and stepped around the body to view her handiwork.

Sam's face was smudged with tears and bits of drool, frozen in pure agony and terror, a thin dark red line left behind by the wire around her slender neck. All of it, just lovely. Widowmaker took a deep breath and she almost imagined she could feel her heart beating a little faster, her only reward for a kill well done. But there were still two more to kill, and maybe by the end of it, she would feel alive again, just for a little while.

After just a small moment of what would have been pride in anyone else, Widowmaker pushed the chair back to the desk, shifting Sam's body a little to rest her head on both her arms atop the desk, as if she'd fallen asleep while working; obviously it wouldn't fool any proper investigation, but it should be enough to set up the next kill.

The plan worked perfectly; Widowmaker would have been content with waiting the whole evening, but barely fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door, and another, and after – obviously – there was no answer the door was pushed open and her second target entered.

“Sam are you there? We were gonna have dinner and-” The blonde wearing a dark red dress and stockings paused when she noticed her friend's form slumped over the desk. “Oh my gawd, did you, like, fall asleep? I keep telling you not to stay up late studying. You of all people-”

Widowmaker silently approached Clover, then swiftly reached around her neck with one arm, locking it in a chokehold with the second. However to her surprise, the girl quickly reacted, reflexively grabbing the assassin's arm, then twisting and slightly buckling her knees to both free herself and throw Widowmaker. But of course such paltry tricks wouldn't work on her, and instead of falling to the ground, Widowmaker just did a graceful flip over Clover's shoulder, landing right in front of her and using the girl's moment of surprise to land a chop against her neck, followed by a clean kick against her middle that sent her falling, audibly hitting her head against the wooden frame of the bed.

Looked like they really were all going to be this easy. Clover was still trying to regain her bearings, coughing and rubbing her neck, but before she could recover, Widowmaker slid on top of her, straddling her as she pushed the girl's hands aside, wrapping both of her own around the blonde's neck and squeezing tight.

Clover gasped for air and tried to pull Widowmaker's hands away, but she was nowhere near strong enough, her face quickly starting to turn red. After several more seconds of fruitless attempts, she instead tried to first push, then claw at Widowmaker's arms, but those small scratches of course didn't mean anything to the assassin, half the time even a bullet wound wouldn't, but she leaned forward just a bit to put a little more weight into her hands.

Coughing and producing hacked gasps, Clover kept fighting just as long as Sam had, still trying to pry Widowmaker's hands away from her, even as her face began shifting to purple, her tongue hanging out and her tears of pain and fear washing away her mascara in dark streaks down her face.

But even as her gasps died down and her struggles weakened to small shudders, the girl still hung on and Widowmaker frowned; the door was still open, so the risk of interference was much higher, would she just hurry up and die already? “You don't have a chance, just let it happen.”

For a moment Clover seemed to rear up, bucking and thrashing with renewed strength, but after just a few seconds she fell backwards almost motionless, having wasted the last of her energy and Widowmaker increased the pressure on her neck again, leaning into it with all of her weight. After just a few more seconds Clover's eyes rolled back and she went limp, but just to be sure, Widowmaker got up to roll the girl onto her stomach, then knelt on top of her to reach one arm around her chin and the other at the back of her head, twisting with a sharp motion until her neck snapped with a satisfying crack, the body only twitching and shuddering for a few moments before finally laying still.

Widowmaker just couldn't resist brushing the blonde's hair to the side to get a look at her face, showing the same delicious pain and fear as her friend's, getting up with a small smile of what resembled satisfaction, a feeling of warmth in her chest. Faint of course, but it was there, and it was enough to spur Widowmaker on to just go for the final kill right away instead of lying in wait again.

As chance would have it, her last target, the tan girl wearing plain jeans and a yellow top was just on her way up the stairs too, perhaps to look for her friends, just as Widowmaker stepped out of the room, noticing the assassin just as she reached the top. “Who are you, what are you doing in here? This is private property.”

She seemed – rightfully – on guard, but it wasn't going to do her any good anyways; Widowmaker was going to enjoy playing with this one for a bit. She raised her arms as if in surrender, slowly walking towards Alex – until she was in range and suddenly dashed forth, aiming a palm strike at the girl's throat, only to find her block it with her forearm, follow up with a rather weak jab that fell just short of Widowmaker's stomach, then quickly jump backwards.

“What do you think you're doing?!” Alex took a defensive stance from some martial art, just as Widowmaker did the same. “Sam, Clover! There's an intruder here!” After several seconds of no answer, Alex looked around with just a hint of panic before counting two and two together and glaring at Widowmaker. “If you did anything to hurt them...”

Widowmaker just smirked. “Then what?” Without giving Alex and time to answer, she attacked again, this time with a fist aimed right at her face, and when the girl guarded again, followed with a short strike to her stomach that made her gasp for air and stagger backwards.

However Alex recovered surprisingly quickly, meeting Widowmaker's side kick with a double block and countering with a punch to her chest, and even if her aim was off and her fist hit the sternum rather than the solar plexus, it still was enough to force Widowmaker a step backwards.

As Alex tried to follow up with another strike towards her head, instead of blocking or dodging Widowmaker managed to catch her fist, surprising the girl enough to swiftly pull her in and ram a knee into her solar plexus, sending her to the floor clutching her stomach, then followed with a swift kick to her head to knock her out for just a moment, but hopefully not kill her just yet.

As she dragged Alex into Sam's room, Widowmaker's programming was telling her she should just snap her neck and be done with it, but for some reason this didn't seem quite ...interesting enough for her, and besides, after the girl actually managing to land a hit on her, Widowmaker was feeling just a little vindictive. As she quickly scanned the room, she noticed a small bump in the ceiling, looking up to find what looked like a metal hook that had been painted over white probably because it was too much of a hassle to remove. This would do perfectly.

Pulling up a second chair from the corner of the room, Widowmaker opened her grappling gun to pull out a length of the wire, threading it through the hook, then fashioning the end with the hook into a loop, taking off the whole gauntlet and tying the other side of the rope to the side of the nearby bed.

Taking a moment to admire her makeshift gallows, Widowmaker noticed that Alex was already starting to move again, so she quickly lifted her, managing to stand on the chair next to her as she placed the noose around the girl's neck, holding her until she saw her eyes slowly open, standing out of her own strength again. “Ow... wh-what are you-”

“Au revoir.” Widowmaker didn't give Alex any chance to fully realize the situation, much less attempt an escape, quickly pulling the chair away and leaving her hanging, as she leisurely sat down to observe the girl's final moments.

Alex instantly started wildly kicking, futilely reaching for the noose around her neck as she started crying. The thin, strong wire of the grappling hook had to make it especially painful, and Widowmaker could have sworn she even saw a trickle of red on the side of Alex' neck; lovely.

Alex seemed to last longer than both her friends, her struggles all but undiminished even after multiple minutes, but this time Widowmaker didn't mind it taking a little longer, if anything she was greatly enjoying the show.

The girl's face was completely red by now, and though she wasn't showing any sign of stopping just now, here movements seemed to slowly be losing in strength, and Widowmaker got up to briefly caress her – inordinately hot – cheek with a taunting smile. “Fille stupide. This is what happens when kids try to play secret agents. Attract the attention of the grown-ups and you die.”

With an angry noise even now Alex tried to kick Widowmaker, but the woman easily blocked the shoddy attack and returned by slamming her fist into Alex' stomach, making her gasp to waste some air and clutch her mid, even if the pain probably didn't nearly compare.

It took just another minute or two for Alex' struggles to finally die down, only slightly shuddering and twitching, and when she soiled herself, a wet spot growing in front of her pants, that feeling of warmth in Widowmaker's chest grew again, reaching down to her stomach and even her crotch, eliciting a sensation she couldn't quite place as she absent-mindedly rubbed herself through her clothing. The last time she'd told her handlers about it, they had helped her, but been rather ...unbecoming about it. Maybe this time she'd ask Sombra, the hacker seemed to know anything about everything anyways, and it wasn't like Widowmaker hadn't noticed the way how the girl looked at her, even if she herself had no use for such feelings.

But first things first. Widowmaker stood watch over Alex' limp, swaying body for another ten minutes to be positively sure she was dead and there would be no last-second rescues, before taking the body down to drop it onto the floor next to her friend's, retrieving her grappling hook, then radioing mission control. “I am done, all targets down. ...Oui. ...Oh, and tell Sombra to meet me when I return s'il vous plait.”