the princess of killers // eng. version

2. thomas lawson

My restless eyes could not decide whether to stare at the barrel of the gun he was pointing at me or his petrifying, merciless gaze. My tense muscles trembled with cold and fear as I stood with my hands up. My fingers seemed to freeze. Such nervousness prevented me from noticing someone else arriving. As I took a few steps back, I ended up bumping my back on someone else, a boy much taller than me, with his arms crossed.

            I turned to him, lifting my face to face him, but then lowered my head again, realizing that he did not look quite so friendly. As I looked at the ground, I saw snow stained with the blood that had run off my body. It was like seeing a bruise on my leg as a kid, it kind of hurts more after seeing the damage.

            — What can I do to make you leave me alone? — I asked in a shaky voice — I do not have a lot of money, but I think I can manage.

            — It is easy. — Lawson replied, stepping closer.

            I tried to back away but ended up colliding with his friend again. But this time, I could not get away from him, as Lawson was moving closer to me. I was trapped. He was close to my face as he kept pressing the gun, totally cold, to my wound. Every movement made my freezing skin feel like it was being torn open. I felt the icy metal shiver my whole body as I fought the pain that kept increasing thousands of times in seconds. I pressed my lips together in distress as I stared at his chest, afraid to look into his face.

            — You simply have to tell me where your father is. That simple.

            — My dad? He died three years ago in a car accident.

            — Let's not waste time here, please.

            His face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath hit my nose. Sadistic, he pressed the gun even harder to my wound, smiling.

            I closed my eyes and squeezed my eyelids, grunting lightly, trying to hide my pain as much as possible. At that point, it was difficult to hide what I felt. My arms involuntarily twitched in an unsuccessful attempt to relieve the pain.

            I had never witnessed such exacerbated violence, or worse, I had never been a victim of it. It was the first time I had known such pain or evil. I was feeling weak, powerless, and inferior. The pain was such that it seemed to affect my entire body, and the cold made it all worse.

            — I will ask you again. You have one chance. — he whispered in my ear — Where is your father?

            — I already told you my father died three years ago in a car accident. I am not lying!

            — West. The wire.

            — Right away. — the guy behind me answered.

            Lawson walked away, turning his back on me. I was watching him take the black leather glove from his hands when, suddenly, the man behind me passed something in front of my face. All I felt was a thin steel wire around my neck, pulling me back very hard. I felt like I lost all the air from my lungs as I tried desperately to breathe. To make sure he was choking me, he kept pushing my back with his knee.

            I kept struggling as I tried my best to use my hands to pull the thread out, but it felt like an impossible task. The steel in my neck felt like it was tearing my skin. It was a sharp pain. I felt my eyes water as I fought for air. I moved my head relentlessly up, trying to ease the pain, but it felt impossible. I was suffocating more and more, and his strength on my back ensured he was reaching his goal.