DOR! The ear-splitting blast left a long, high-pitched ring in the air, which had grown suddenly thick with the scent of gunpowder. Time seemed to freeze for one agonizing second.
Richard Alexander's eyes went wide with shock, his breath hitching in his throat. His gaze was fixed on the gruesome sight before him. His hands still gripped Elly's wrists tightly, which were now forced back toward her own abdomen.
The black pistol, once a tool of intimidation, slowly slipped from Elly's violently trembling fingers before hitting the floor with a metallic clang that rang out through the harrowing silence.
From beneath her hospital gown, a deep crimson began to seep rapidly. Blood gushed out, soaking Elly's stomach and dripping onto the sterile white floor, creating indelible stains of sin.
