the princess of killers // eng. version

2. thomas lawson

            — Listen to what I am going to tell you. — Lawson said, gripping my jaw tightly — Your father has something that is mine, and I will not rest until he gives me back.

I would forever remember the texture of his skin, his warm fingers touching my face. He held it tight to the bone. The more I tried to lift my head, the more he pressed it, forcing me to face him.

            — If you do not give me the answers I need, I will get them from him. Do not worry. You will return to your family in parts until they give me what is mine. — he said, coming close to my ear — Can you imagine having your eyes gouged out? At least unpleasant.

            Lawson backed away, but his impact on me was still there. His words made my body shiver, making me tear up again, but this time it was from fear. West loosened the string, giving me a chance to breathe a little, but it was still there, firmly. I squeezed my eyes tight as I took deep breaths attempting not to freak out -even more-.

            — I do not know who you are looking for, but it is not me! — I pleaded — My name is Amanda Feelwood. I live with my mother down the street since forever. I do not know who you are or what you are talking about, but I swear I will not report it to the police! Just let me go home, please!

            — Feelwood? — he asked, giggling — I swear, you guys are pathetic for coming up with such a plan. You are just a bitch doing your daddy's dirty work. Such cruelty.

            — I do not know how to prove to you that I am telling the truth. I do not know. Search for CORB! It is the company my mother works for. You will find her name there: Alex Feelwood.

            — Turns out there are not any Amanda or Alex Feelwood in the database for any of the three states. — a boy with hair slightly lighter than Lawson said, approaching with a tablet in his hand — And the server of the CORB website is a ghost one. Which obviously means it is fake.

            — Cut this shitty story. Tell the truth. — Lawson answered, coming my way.

            — I do not...

            I could not understand what was going on. As in the movies, I watched my entire life flash before my eyes but could not process how it got to that point. I was lost. I did not have answers to his questions, and in my mind, I could not even reach the right questions to answer. Everything was extremely confusing and frustrating.

            — This is your last chance, Sparks.

            Lawson approached again, pointing his gun at me. Meanwhile, the man holding me, West, pulled the steel wire back harder. I felt it tear my skin millimeter by millimeter. This time it was not just an impression. The wire was indeed cutting my skin. A single drop of blood trickled down my neck as I tried to deal with the pain. I looked at Lawson, and he was staring at me seriously.

            — You have a few hours to let your father know we are waiting for him. If not, prepare to see every part of your body being ripped off. I will send it as a special delivery to him. It is time to go.

            West, the guy holding me, finally let go of the string, making me fall to the ground on my knees, completely weak. I started coughing as I breathed desperately, filling my lungs with freezing air in anguish and sorrow.  I was in despair. I felt extremely vulnerable as my body cried out in bitterness for help.

            — Do not think this is over. It is no use to run away. We will know exactly where you are. If you talk to the police, it is over for you.

            Lawson's words kept replaying in my head for seconds before I fell completely into the snow, laying on the ground and looking up at the sky. I tried to force myself to get up, but unbearable dizziness hit my head, and little but little, I fell asleep.