Karan Demir
The tension in the air was so intense that it could be touched. Karan pressed the cold barrel of the gun to my forehead a little more. There was no hesitation in his eyes. There was no love anymore... The ropes on my wrists were hurting me more and more with each passing second. I shifted in the chair I was tied to. I leaned forward, straining the wound on my abdomen. I could feel it bleeding more. I didn't care. "To no one" Karan moved the gun to the side and fired at the wall covered with dried blood stains behind me. He pressed the gun to my forehead again. He repeated the question he had been asking for an hour. "Who do you work for? Tell me!" The door opened with great force. I turned my eyes to the door. The eyes that used to look at me with friendliness and desire to protect were now looking at me with hatred. In a short time, he also stood in front of me. "Bro, should I continue?" Yaman gave me a disgusted look. I lowered my eyes. I didn't want to look. I opened my eyes quickly as the sharp metal touched my arm. He made another cut along my arm. I clenched my teeth in pain.
About Karan Demir
The tension in the air was so intense that it could be touched. Karan pressed the cold barrel of the gun to my forehead a little more. There was no hesitation in his eyes. There was no love anymore... The ropes on my wrists were hurting me more and more with each passing second. I shifted in the chair I was tied to. I leaned forward, straining ...Read more