Revenge of a Lifetime

The cold metal dug into my wrists, the chill seeping into my bones. I strained against the restraints, my muscles burning, but the giants holding me were unyielding. A deep chuckle echoed from the shadows, a sound I knew without seeing the face. My blood ran cold, then boiled with a familiar fury.

“Show yourself… unless you’re a coward,” I spat, my voice hoarse. He stepped out, a tall figure, his smirk a stark line in the dim light. My eyes locked onto the ring on his finger—the Russian flag symbol. Ten years. Ten years since I’d last seen that ring, on the hand that pulled the trigger on my sister.

“So, you’re the man who felt he had the right to murder my sister?” I taunted, a chilling calm settling over me. “I didn’t realize how cowardly you were. You shot her from a window, and now you won’t even approach me.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Though, I have to thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “And why is that, young lady?”

“Your terrible aim,” I said, a dangerous glint in my glass eye. “Without it, I wouldn’t have as much motivation to rip out yours.” He chuckled, a sound that grated on my nerves. We were on the precipice, poised for a dance of death. He was about to introduce his business partner when a jolt ripped through me, and I was falling, falling…