Dissenter
deutsche
Silence.
It is so real and absolute that it seems to extend past time and space and sink into his very bones like a lead weight. He can only feel the Russian standing over him. He cannot hear the sobs that are wracking his body, nor the sharp pop of wooden framework bucking under the power of roaring fire. He cannot hear his heart beating in his throat, nor the rushing of blood in his head. No, he has blocked out any sound, instead choosing to feel the cold stone against his palms and the stark finality of the tears running down his cheeks. He will die. He is sure of this.
Until the schrick of a safety catch engaging pierces into his every molecule.
It is so real and absolute that it seems to extend past time and space and sink into his very bones like a lead weight. He can only feel the Russian standing over him. He cannot hear the sobs that are wracking his body, nor the sharp pop of wooden framework bucking under the power of roaring fire. He cannot hear his heart beating in his throat, nor the rushing of blood in his head. No, he has blocked out any sound, instead choosing to feel the cold stone against his palms and the stark finality of the tears running down his cheeks. He will die. He is sure of this.
Until the schrick of a safety catch engaging pierces into his every molecule.