"There is only one way out of this, little one" He crawls up to me, while facing my father with the gun. My father. One who I hadn't seen in a long while. Yet mixed feelings washed across me as I saw how he looked half dead. Eyes drooping, neck hanging and scars on either cheek. Tortured for weeks, or more. Maybe after leaving me with a traumatic childhood, he didn't deserve the best but surely my mother did. Imagining her crying over his corpse was the last thing I wanted on this planet. A tiny smirk played across my target's lips, envisioning me shiver. Maybe I should just do it. "You be my baby doll, also police officer, keeping me track on my hunt and my ..." He came a teeny bit closer and breathed into my ear. "pleasure life. what do you say?" Or else... His words lingered around the fingers on the pistol. Boom.