I stared at the cylinder in front of me. I tried to hide the shiver as I realized it was a gun muzzle. The owner had a firm grip, hand not even shivering while holding. His fingers were relaxed, but on the trigger. I could even feel the tension. The man was alert, concentration on me. I swallowed and tried to fix my hair swiftly to relieve myself-bad move. His finger tightened around the trigger. Just one flexing and the bullet would launch at me, puncturing me in less than a second.
Freezing completely, perspiration trickled down my back.