wardatus-saudaa
He looked up before spitting out blood.
"Are you seriously out of options that you had to resort to bringing in a woman?"
She looked up, eyes cold, lips pursed into a thin line, expression unreadable.
"You think you can straighten me up? Come on, I'm still the same monster I am since childhood."
She looked into his orbs.
"Oh really? I can also tell you that I have a knack for straightening up delinquent kids." Her cold voice cuts through the room.
"You think that'll intimidate me? Come on you are just a lady, just a delicate flower."
She brought out a Russian pistol, Tokarev TT-33 before looking up.
"Say-how should I send you up there?" gesturing towards the sky. She ask no one in particular but herself.
"Should I just shoot him? But c'mon that'll be an easy and merciful death."
"Or should I burn him alive? I'd love to hear his scream tho. Or maybe I should just skin him alive, that'll be so much fun."
"Seriously woman, why don't you go back and continue mourning your half-dead husband? Huh?"
She looked up, eyes staring right into his orbs.
"Maybe kop'yo iskuplen'ya suits him best. Bring it in."
"What's that?"
"The Spear of Atonement."
"Haha! To Atone what?? But wait, you're not really drilling that into me, right?"
A smirk took over her features.
"It'll pierce by 5mm every 5 minutes
You'll feel lightheaded from all the blood loss, and excruciating pain-" she paused, checking her patek phillippe watch, before she continue,
"Around tomorrow noon, it'll pierce your lungs and you'll die instantly."
"Come on, this is too babaric."
"Babaric you say? When you were messing and fooling around with people's life, did you think it was babaric?"
"But, you wouldn't want to stain your hands with blood. This is only what a Mafia will do."
"Okay, let's just assume I'm cleaning up scumbags, and I'm a Mafia. Will that make you better."