5 months later…
White smoke levitated around the gun’s muzzle after I pulled the trigger. Tinanaw ko sa malayo ang walang mukhang ulo ng tao na gawa sa kahoy. The bullet pierced through its forehead. Kinasa kong muli ang baril at pagkatapos ay tinutok ito sa kasunod na target.
“Don’t scream. Don’t turn around. Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back,” he whispered.
No, it wasn’t his petrifying words that made me stone-hard on where I was standing. It was his horrendous yet hypnotizing voice, it was his terrifying yet hot breath slowly lingering in my ear, on my neck, on my now cold skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Tila isang robot na napasunod ako ng boses ng lalaking nasa aking likuran. I closed my eyes and gathered my hands behind my back just like what
