Andrew's gaze shot at the gun, now lying at a distance. He began crawling on all fours, desperate to reach it. His breathing hitched and he felt dizzy. Losing blood significantly had weakened him even more—
"Stop, you dog!" A burly man suddenly grabbed hold of his leg and pulled him back to the place, his back resting against the tree. Andrew was panting, looking in disdain when they tied his hands together followed by his feet.
"Ha! You surely could have led a better life if it wasn't for your stupid idea of catching me," Razz remarked before Andrew felt the cold tip of the gun against his forehead.
"Any last wish?" Andrew's eyes glared at him; the realization dawned upon him—the mess he had put himself into today was going to cost him his life, which was more valuable to another person—his love, his wife.
