THE QUEEN
By now it was my usual approach to stalk my victims from a distance.
But this time I would let it last longer: the more frightening it was for them, the more amusing it would be for me.
I decided to start with the queen who, although small and scrawny, was actually evil and very dangerous: she hadn’t directly participated in my murder; she had merely faked a call for help.
Her eyes I knew well, as I had looked at her on my last breath. Expressionless and disquieting, they still haunted me at present, along with her wicked smile.
She moved with the grace and beauty of a predator... or rather, briskly and boldly. My queen was indeed a great white shark that lived in deep waters, swimming in deathly silence. Once spotted her prey on the surface, she would launch herself from th
