With blood stained hands looked terrified the consequence of not knowing, one for no reason, and my hands, acting on its own initiative, looked me straight.
mind shouted at me: "Aléjalas", but however much I tried I could not. There were, to stand up, defiant. "Dare!" He said. My heart, counsel for years, galloped trying to flee.
fight to stop, but they continued on its path towards me. They seemed to laugh at, mock. I looked askance at the dead body lying at my feet, I panicked.
tried to scream, but one of them clinging to my mouth prevented me, while the other, threatening, came to my eyes. Terror gripped me.
A staggering blindly and fled in desperation. Suddenly out of nowhere, I heard a loud horn and I felt a blow.
They had killed the only witness.
Holders of next day read: "The recipient of the hands of a convicted person is killed by a truck."
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