[hmm. mmmhmmm. yup.]
“Do you know Anna Kivi? Huh?”
Niko gritted his teeth, but kept quiet.
“Or should I say, Lena Jaakkola?”
His heart was skipping beats, even his bad eye opened wide when he felt the surge of powering adrenaline. Niko’s body flailed wildly, the henchman holding him in place was kicked back.
“If you lay a fucking hand on her I swear to God, I’ll—”
Iskariot calmly pulled out his gun, and Niko froze. He closed the space between them, the only thing separating their lips was the gun, waved in between his eyes.
“You’ll what, pig? You can’t do anything, you worthless piece of shit,” Iskariot hissed. “And what’s more, I bet I’ve satisfied her more than you ever could.”
Niko launched himself forward in a headbutt through the gun, the chains that rattled unheard under the roar from deep within his lungs.
Iskariot perfectly dodged, and started laughing.
“Go ahead and wiggle, worm! Get it all out!”
“Where is she? What have you done with her?”
In an instant, the pistol was raised like the hammer that was slammed into his face, his teeth puncturing the lip that folded into his mouth. The jabs that followed became less playful, and in between each hit, Iskariot didn’t tell him what he had done with Lena, but rather, what he was going to do.
“But don’t worry. I’m not gonna lay a single hand on her,” Iskariot whispered into his ear, while he pet Niko’s cheek with the gun on the other side of his face, tracing the path of his falling tears.
