Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

NINETEEN

"Chris, stop!" I hear Ryan yell from behind me.

I yank the gun away from Layla's head, instead pointing it at Ryan, stopping him dead in his tracks. He quickly draws his own weapon and points it at me.

"You're fucking losing it, Chris. I don't know what the fuck happened but she doesn't deserve this." He asserts. "She is not Mina."

"Shut the hell up and stay the fuck out of this, Sitkowski." I snap. "How I punish my subs is my business."

"No. It's not, not anymore. You're not stable and it fucking shows, man." He says. "Now drop the gun and get away from her." I hear the click of the safety being turned off and I smile at him. "Don't make me do it Chris."

"What is it with you? Are you suddenly the saviour of broken subs that need protecting from their big scary doms?" I laugh bitterly. 

"No but you're in dangerous territory right now, this isn't healthy or safe." 

"So is most of what I've seen you do. Whats the fucking difference?" I question coldly.

"The difference is if you don't put the gun down and start walking towards me, I'll blow out your fucking kneecaps." He sneers.

"Fine. If her life is really worth that much to you." I place the gun down on the floor and walk towards Ryan, my eyes focused on the steady way his hands hold the gun, his pointer finger ready to blow out my kneecap.

I stop a foot away from him, "now what." I whisper mockingly.

"Give me the keys to unlock her and then go stand in the corner."

"You ruin all the fun." I mutter as I reach into my pocket and hand him the small keys to her handcuffs and spreader bar.

He takes the keys and rushes to Layla, quickly undoing the gag and unlocking her restraints. She cries out in relief as she becomes freed and clings to Ryan in desperation. Her liberated cries fill the room and her naked body is wracked with sobs.

I snort at her dramatic display, rolling my eyes. "Don't fucking cry, you useless god damn whore, you fucking deserved everything you got."

"No I didn't. You si-sick fu-ck." She squeezes the words out between her broken cries. "I...I said no. I safeworded. And you-you just kept going."

Ryan rubs her back and she hides her face in the crook of his neck. He whispers quietly to her before setting her down on the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. Her eyes follow him as he heads into the bathroom and then she turns to me. 

She moves quickly across the room, reaching for the gun on the floor beside the bed and pointing it at me. Her hands shake and she wipes away her tears with one hand, pointing the gun at me with the other. "You don't deserve to live anymore. Not that you ever did. Mina and her baby will be better off."

Ryan appears with a bathrobe just as she pulls the trigger on the unloaded, empty gun. 

She shrieks in horror, dropping the revolver to the ground and crumpling to the floor after it. She curls up, "you tricked me! You made me think I was going to die!" She dissolves into tears.

I cross the room to where she lays, picking up the gun, and stand over her waving around the gun. "It was never loaded, Layla. You dumb bitch. You may be nothing more than glorified sex doll to me, but I would never kill you. You're not worth the trouble." 

I can see her fear and agony morph into rage, her face contorting, and her body shaking with the pure fury that now runs through her veins.

"I HATE YOU! You fucking ruined my life. You fucking piece of shit!" She shoves me back a few inches, then again, and again.