He was a big, powerful man, and despite his age, was more than capable of dealing with amateurs, especially where violence was to be used.
So it had surprised him – shocked would be a better word – that she'd fought back. She was, to his eyes, a frightened slip of a girl, almost stick thin and yet she'd taken his eye from him with a ruthlessness which belied her small frame. He'd experienced the searing pain in his eye and knew then that his 'fun' would no longer be an option – but her death definitely would be.
He slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground – f*****g b***h – then he lifted her to her feet and slowly began to squeeze at her throat. An eye for an eye, wasn't that one of the Israeli's mottos? How very apt. But now, as he began to deal out his chosen me
