I´m down on the floor,
begging for mercy.
The chilly hard surface of the silencer,
pressed against my forehead.
There is a coldness in his eyes,
his lips tightened and white.
As I close my eyes,
tears on my cheeks and on the carpet below me.
The icy hollow cylinder is gone.
And so is the killer.
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