Take My Hand

You Do Crazy Things When You're In Love

I smirked, sliding my index finger over the cold silver trigger. At this, he flinched, sweat beading on his dirt plastered face.

I knew he despised the fact that I was suddenly in control. He was so damn use to being in charge of me, and now, he was the guy with the gun to his head. Oh, how the tables have turned.

"I could shoot you"

I smiled. I was taunting him, reminding him of his long awaited and inevitable fate. I watched him shuffle uncomfortably on his knees, probably attempting to slide the ropes off of his arms. He was like a struggling animal, sent straight to the slaughterhouse.

Then he stopped.

His rough pink cheeks shifted into a joker smile as he snorted, realising he had caught me off guard. He was suppose to be petrified of me, he was suppose to feel like the puny man he really was. I was the one with the gun dammit, why wasn't he afraid Like I was?

"You could-"

He desperately lifted his head up from his chest and let his faded grey eyes wander carelessly over my features, until they were staring directly into my eyes. I pulled my gaze away from him. It ached to even glance at his 'try again, one day you might succeed' expression. An expression I knew all too well.

"But you really won't"

I bit down on my dry bottom lip. He knew that I had murdered people before, more than he could even fathom. If he thought I wasn't going to shoot him today, how wrong he was.

"And why-"

I walked teasingly around him, my blood red heels hitting the wooden ground with every short step. His breathing quickly deepened, and by this I could tell he was confused. I could tell I was in control again. I softly slid onto his open lap with the gun still aimed in between his thick, brown, knotted eyebrows.

"Would you think that?"

I whispered seductively into his ear. He latched on to the bate and traced his bruised middle finger down my bare thigh. A sort of half smirk crept across his splotchy khaki face, a sickening and mischievous smirk that forced its way into my mind and soul every damn time. I absolutely loathed it.

"Because you're in love with me Harper Lee"