Lydia watched dizzily as the other woman and the dirty man grappled for control of the gun.
Sensing an opportunity, she quickly stood up and took the beer bottle on the ground, prepared to intervene.
The fight was chaotic, with each moment heightening the tension in the room.
The dirty man grimaced in pain, his lower left side injured from the impact of the metal chair, while the other woman swayed, weak and disoriented from nearly two days without food.
In the end, the dirty man wrestled control of the gun, emerging victorious in the struggle. He aimed it at the other woman and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
Blood splattered the walls, turning them a deep red.
"Bi*ch, if you had just listened to me, you might have lived to see tomorrow. Alas, you were too stupid!" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.