Karlin was still desperately chewing her food.
She was very hungry.
Really too hungry.
It had been many days since she had eaten real food, and her body was already weakened by starvation. The temptation of food even overpowered her fear of death. Even faced with the glaring tip of a gun, she was still desperately swallowing the food in her mouth.
Her neck, made extra slender by malnutrition, was desperately writhing, trying to swallow the meat before she died.
Even with her eyes tightly closed, she could still feel the chilling cold released from the tip of the gun.
Death might be a release, at least she wouldn't have to endure torture in this terrible world. It's okay, just a moment, and then she would no longer feel any pain.
