As he spoke, he moved the muzzle of the pistol again to his left earlobe, feigning a pull on the trigger.
Even the most obtuse of men would know by now that he made the wrong bet. Michael Gordon wasn't interested in his propositions at all; on the contrary, he seemed to want him dead at this very moment!
"Gor... Gordon, just end it quickly!"
If his suggestion didn't work, then he was really just waiting for death. The fear instilled by Michael Gordon was nearly driving his soul out of his body. Not having heard a response from Michael for a while, he looked up to see the cold, sadistic smile on Michael's face. The dark pleasure and intense fear it induced was overwhelming his own bloodthirsty heart.
He who always considered himself a demon was taken aback that there could exist others who were more devilish than he was. The realization caused his entire body to shudder, every bit of his consciousness instinctively seeking help.
