"Who are you?" She's on the verge of tears.
"I just..."
You examine her in the new light source. Her body looks bruised or at least irritated around the ropes. Shes been wearing them for at least a week you guess. She seems familiar.
"Are you gonna hurt me?"
"Me? No I was just...are you okay? You already look hurt."
You take a step towards her and she flinches back into an end table by the front door.
"I have a gun in here!"
"No no no! I'm just looking around, no need for..."
Too late. She's grabs the gun from the table. It looks like .38 snub nose.
"I know how...to use this!" she's shaking like a tree branch in a storm.
"LOOK I'LL PUT EVERYTHING BACK! DON'T FUCKING SHOOT ME!"
"DON'T YELL AT ME!" she pulls the trigger but it only clicks. Looks like it isn't loaded.
The womans knees buckle and she falls on her ass and begins too cry profusely.
"Please don't kill me mister...I am...I'm...oh god!" She's starting to...pee.
"I'm so scared. If you're gonna kill me please...just don't let it hurt!"
Things got heated for a moment... |