Marvin's heart sank, his eyes glued on that path to freedom, but knowing very well that any single action from him would earn him a one-way ticket to the netherworld.
"Going somewhere?" came the low, mocking voice behind him.
The voice was unfamiliar. It was rough, rasped from too many years of smoke, maybe a few hard drinks, drugs, and cruelty. A guard, but not one of the lazy ones. This one… this one sounded like he enjoyed his job, just judging from the glee detected in his voice.
Marvin, still on his belly on the ground, didn't dare move. The cold of the gun's nozzle against his neck was like ice burning into his spine. He could feel every grain of dirt beneath him, every thorn embedded in his palms. It would have all been worth it, only if he had not been caught.
