For men in this era, dying was not so bad. Standing bravely and facing death head-on was called honor. They would rather die honorably than live in shame.
The sound of a man's barking echoed in the still air in the chapel. If not for that barking, it would be pin-drop silent. All eyes were on Joaquin, kneeling in the same spot, barking through his gritted teeth.
"I told you, I'm amazing," Abel gloated, leaning against the aisle a row before Curtis. His arms were folded under his chest, letting Joaquin bark while Abel was having a break from the warm-up torture.
"I have a knack for everything. See? I tamed him in a snap of a finger," he continued, making Climaco and Ismael cringe secretly. "Whatever tricks you want, he'll do it. Want to try?"
