The Auction Ring
screamed Miguel.
Tikhon walked over to Miguel and stood before him, towering over him. He grabbed a good chunk of his hair and forced him to look at him. “If you won’t answer my questions, there is no need to keep you alive.”
“I told you everything, I know nothing else, I swear. You are torturing me, won’t I give you everything I knew,” sobbed Migeul. His flesh was ready to peel off due to constant branding.
“Then I have no use of you,” said Tikhon, took out his gun and shot Miguel between his eyes. Miguel’s head hung low, lifeless, blood dripping on Tikhon’s feet. The shot of the bullet echoed through the arena, and everything went silent.