Russian Roulette

He passes me the gun and the metal feels cold and smooth in my hand. I take a steading breath and hesitate for only a second, you wouldn't have noticed unless you were looking for it. You couldn't show fear with these kinds of people. I hold the revolver pointed towards the wall next to me and with my free hand spin the cylinder. I count until it stops. 1..2..3..4..5..6, it starts to slow and clicks into place. Everything slows down, it's like time stops. I bring my hand up and suddenly the small steel weighs a hundred pounds. It takes forever for my hand to get to my head but once it does it's almost a relief to feel the frigid barrel press against my temple. I look to the man sitting across from me, never taking my eyes off him and pull the trigger...