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The old man is upset. Sitting in his worn recliner smoking furiously listening to the status report. A number of things had gone wrong due to incompetence and someone was going to have to pay. It started off as a simple request, in exchange for information and personal revenge they were to get rid of that Lisbeth fucking bitch Salander. It would be as simple as swatting a fly against a window. It would be satisfying to see that skinny cunt writhe in pain like she made him writhe. Like his daughter, Zala saw the unsatisfying aspect of killing a person outright, but there was nothing that said he couldn't make sure it hurt while she died. Unlike Lisbeth Zala had people to do his dirty work for him and no one would ask too many questions if some mentally disturbed, whore suddenly disappeared. No one would care and certainly no one would go looking for him he was so off the grid that he was practically invisible.
At the moment however, the old man is furious and he rains down his furry on the blond giant who takes it with his eyes downcast and his shoulders slumped. Moron. How hard is it to find a scrawny little girl? On top of that how hard is it to kill said scrawny little girl? The thug from the motorcycle gang found her at first but let her get away after she kicked his ass. After the three murders hit the news stands everyone was looking for her and Zala is unsure if getting her locked away for the rest of her life is sufficient for his revenge.
Pulling on one cigarette after another he gives his mutilated head a shake, no it will not due. Having the fucking whore get put away for three murders is a sweet irony but does not inflict the maximum amount of pain that Zala would like to deliver on her. That need that laid dormant for years is now wide awake and rattling at it's cage doors to be let out.
He shares the same gaze as his daughter as he looks at the blond wrecking ball on legs. "Find her dyke girlfriend," he breathes out a breath of smoke like a smoldering dragon. "Find her and you'll find that bitch."
"Find her and don't fuck this up!"
At the moment however, the old man is furious and he rains down his furry on the blond giant who takes it with his eyes downcast and his shoulders slumped. Moron. How hard is it to find a scrawny little girl? On top of that how hard is it to kill said scrawny little girl? The thug from the motorcycle gang found her at first but let her get away after she kicked his ass. After the three murders hit the news stands everyone was looking for her and Zala is unsure if getting her locked away for the rest of her life is sufficient for his revenge.
Pulling on one cigarette after another he gives his mutilated head a shake, no it will not due. Having the fucking whore get put away for three murders is a sweet irony but does not inflict the maximum amount of pain that Zala would like to deliver on her. That need that laid dormant for years is now wide awake and rattling at it's cage doors to be let out.
He shares the same gaze as his daughter as he looks at the blond wrecking ball on legs. "Find her dyke girlfriend," he breathes out a breath of smoke like a smoldering dragon. "Find her and you'll find that bitch."
"Find her and don't fuck this up!"