The boy stopped a few steps away, determined to shoot in case she wouldn't give up, but it was enough for her to go back to look at him a little more intensely and make him feel at her mercy again. His arm began to bend and his wrist rotated as if they were moved by a will of their own; Yuri immediately understood what was happening and tried to loosen his grip on the stock to let the weapon fall. But his hand did not want to open, his fingers gripped the butt of his g*n and he found himself aiming his g*n at his temple, completely terrified. The index finger began to caress the trigger of the g*n and he could not remove it from there, an imperceptible movement under the balaclava informed him that a cruel smile had just bloomed on the woman's face and it made him feel like dead. He could
