An Eye for a Bullet
When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me.
And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing.
I'm deadly.
And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die.
For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down.
I can do it.
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