"Bratva, Triads, Mobs, Yakuza, Cosa Nostra, Zips, Mafiosi whatever you call them -- they're my little friends. You've seen those whacked heads not long ago... do you want the details how did they end up like that? Or how I killed them slowly by simply missing their vital parts then carefully slid my cute little finger inside their narrow wounds? Or how I clip a beauty? I didn't stop un --"
"Enough! why are you saying this? Why?!" feeling agitated to the disgusting crimes she spoke off, he couldn't stop himself from raising his voice.
"eh? I'm doing you a favor, princess." She sassed.
"You too, do yourself a favor and run far away from me." her monotone voice is like a skin-cutting winter breeze.
The room fell to an awkward silence.
Cracking the suffocating silence enveloping the room -- she returns to her usual self -- the off-the-wall her. She smiled brightly as if her dangerous aura was just his figment of imagination.
