บท 28: EP28

Richard snorted menacingly. The man hit him with the barrel of the gun.

"Now," he cried. "One word from me and they'll shoot him, I swear. Not to mention I'm not afraid to splash your brains on this goddamn wall."

Richard fidgeted, and as he did so, he looked around their room. Alex was there, frail and frightened, surrounded by three men. One of them held a pistol pointed at his temple.

The man behind him held the gun to the back of his skull. There was nowhere to go.

we are ruined

*

Tears rolled down Alex's cheeks as he watched in horror. Richard was putting himself in the situation he was in.

Why does it hurt me more to see a gun held to his head than it does to mine?

He looked around the room to find Richard's eyes. He thought they would bring his comfort. But seeing the calm look somehow made her feel worse. He was there, grieving over their current situation, trying to hold himself together for the two of them, and he looked perfectly fine there.