Rohan stared down the muzzle of the gun in his face. He could smell the heat and gunpowder from the previous shot. The smell threatened to choke him, but his fear kept him calm.
He knew he was calm. Somewhere between the gunshot, the splash of blood, and the gun coming round to his face, he had disconnected from the events unfolding. He felt free. He knew he was still in danger, but that felt so far away.
Everything happening was like those movies on the big screen. In your face, but never touching you. Yeah, he was feeling untouchable.
"Who sent your here?"
Saliva poured from Rohan's gaping mouth and his wide eyes focused on the man addressing him. Everything was happening so much slower. If these guys were this slow, it wouldn't be hard to get away from them when the opportunity arose.
One of the men kicked his leg and swore at him, a pointless exercise. He couldn't feel anything. Except, Rohan now became aware of a warmth spreading along pants.
His eyes darted down and he saw a red pool under Tony spreading towards him. The liquid had spread along the length of his pants and was slowly seeping through the material.
"Start talking, maybe that won't be you." the man with the gun said.
Rohan made eye contact with the man again and pushed his head against the gun.
"I think we broke him."
"Then wake him up!"
Another shot went off and the gun came back to his face hot again. He still couldn't feel anything!
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