The old woman is frail and does not have the strength to give any resistance to the young man holding her one arm tightly behind her back, while pressing the cold sharpness of his knife against her throat. She always had a fear of knives and now that cold steel was pressing very tightly against the sensitive flesh of her throat. She could feel the razor sharpness of the blade. That, combine with the nervousness of the young criminal, could mean a horrible death for her. He just needs to move that sharp blade slightly and it will cut into the softness of her neck and open a jugular. She also knew that the young man would cut her throat without giving it a second thought.
She smells the musty smell of the criminal. She feels the nervousness and anger that flows through his body as he holds the knife tighter against her throat. His partner stands in front of her with a very angry look on his face. His voice is rough and guttural as he talks.
"You tell us where the guns are, old woman, or we will cut your throat and leave you here in your own lounge to bleed to death. Then we will still take all your stuff in any case...we just need your guns and then we will go." He threatens her.
She feels her heart sinking. She has no protection against this. She is an old woman. She has no strength to fight back against even one of them and here they are two.
Never in her life did she own a gun. She never even saw a gun close-up. What would she do with a gun? How can she make him understand that? They will not believe her in any case.
She will have to give them something. Maybe they will spare her life. She will show them something she knows they will not be able to resist. Then they will spare her and this nightmare can end.
She only wish Frank were here. He would have known what to do.
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She smells the musty smell of the criminal. She feels the nervousness and anger that flows through his body as he holds the knife tighter against her throat. His partner stands in front of her with a very angry look on his face. His voice is rough and guttural as he talks.
"You tell us where the guns are, old woman, or we will cut your throat and leave you here in your own lounge to bleed to death. Then we will still take all your stuff in any case...we just need your guns and then we will go." He threatens her.
She feels her heart sinking. She has no protection against this. She is an old woman. She has no strength to fight back against even one of them and here they are two.
Never in her life did she own a gun. She never even saw a gun close-up. What would she do with a gun? How can she make him understand that? They will not believe her in any case.
She will have to give them something. Maybe they will spare her life. She will show them something she knows they will not be able to resist. Then they will spare her and this nightmare can end.
She only wish Frank were here. He would have known what to do.
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