The loud bang never came.
I looked at the gun in confusion, then at Roman. I had been played. He had handed me an unloaded gun, preyed on my emotions and watched if I would give in.
“Looks like you’re not so little, after all.” Alberto commented, smirking.
I turned to Roman and practically threw the gun at his face. Without so much as uttering a single word, I backed away, heading for the door.
How did I feel about the turn of events?
No idea, but I was sure I was no longer mad at Roman. Now, all I felt was embarrassment. I had made a fool of myself, in front of the man who would have murdered me. I was going to kill him.
I wanted to kill him.
I shut the door behind me and began to laugh. Less than forty-eight hours in this hell house and I was already going insane.
Well done, Ro
