Veronica's POV 

“Let us play a game, Raymondville,” Darwin said, holding tight on to the revolver.

Raymondville shot a glare at his face with a subtle smile.

“There is one bullet left in this revolver, and I am going to shoot at you until the bullet gets released,” he said, and Raymondville had sweat covering his face.

Darwin came closer to him and placed the gun directly on his chest. Pressing each trigger to see when the bullet comes.

Raymondville was in extreme fear as he trembled on each trigger. I loved this game so much, and I just watched him suffer to satisfy my urge.

After many minutes, he...