Keroli's heart was pounding loudly. A gun was pointed at his head, and the boy's hand was tightly gripping Keroli's neck.
In such a moment, who wouldn't feel terror? Everyone would, because the distance between Keroli and death was the same as the distance between the gun and his head.
Keroli's eyes were fixed on Helek, standing in front of him.
His heart told him Helek would save him.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Kneel down, or I'll finish off your little lover today,"
the boy shouted, gripping Keroli's neck even tighter.
The pain forced Keroli to shut his eyes. When he opened them, he saw Helek's chest in front of him.
As he looked up, he found Helek standing right there.
Keroli realized the boy's grip on his neck had loosened.
He glanced to the side and saw the boy's hand, which had been around his neck, now lying severed on the ground.
