It was only Midnight. The air was Cold and breezy.
Moonlight found its way through the heavily covered windows just enough to see a few feet away.
The revolver was held up against my temple and I could feel it's muzzle burning my skin from its last shot taken.
I couldn't move. My hands and feet were tied behind me; my mouth with a foul-tasting handkerchief.
I tried to scream but it was useless, seeing the lifeless bodies of my friends lying on the floor with pools of blood around them, They're eyes bloodshot...
I knew, I was Next.
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Russian Roulette
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if a killer forces you to play Russian roulette? Where the guns your playing with are real, and so are the bullets.
