Gol D Roger Execution Mga Nobela at Kwento

I choked, my voice barely audible. Roger’s grip tightened, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Die, Mr. President," he snarled mockingly, his hot breath on my face. Rachel screamed in horror, rushing towards us. With a final surge of adrenaline, I tried to break free, but Roger's hold was unyielding. My body began to slump, my weight supported only by his merciless grip. As life drained from me, I saw Roger's face—his features contorted in a mix of anger and satisfaction.