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My arm vibrates completely with the kick of the gun, but the shot hits its target with a disgusting sound of "crack" and an immediate splash of blood. The impact of the shot is slight, pushing muscles and bones before Jonathan has time for more than turning his face.

The movement is useless, because despite the quick reflex in stretching your neck and preventing the bullet from crossing your forehead, there is still great damage at the height of the apple of your face, just below your right eye, very close to your nose.

Even when Jonathan takes his hands to the blood, shouting incomprehensible words, I can see the way part of the right side of his face seems to have "getted" from his facial muscles, and the blood that shines dripping through his healed fingers. It's a hideous vision and makes my stomach turn around, but it's still not what I wanted to have happened, so I get ready to shoot again.

"Suzy... your whore" he roars, getting up right away and kicking my hand with the gun.

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