A Scene Where a Woman is Faced with Killing a Man

A scene where a woman is faced with killing a man with a gun.

The man is in deep with the wrong people, so is the woman. There is a boss man standing behind the woman as she stands in front of the other man, who sits tied to a chair. A group of henchmen surround the trio, looking to the woman to finish the job.

She holds the gun in both hands, looking capable in killing but not with a gun. While everyone looks to her, she looks to the victim, and he looks to her.

The boss rubs a hand over her shoulder. "Finish the job."

She hesitates, her hands adjusting her grip on the gun. "I'd much rather use a knife."

"A knife? Why?"

"Because that way, I can make the decision all the way through to the last millimetre."

The boss cocks his head. "Very well. Use a knife." He pulls a one out of his coat.

As the boss places the knife on the table beside them, the woman puts the gun on the table.

"Thank you, sir." She picks up the knife in a backwards hold, admires it, then looks to the man. "You're going to have to lay down now." She looks to the henchmen and together they all gently lift the chair onto its back, the man still in a seated position, hands tied to the arms.

The man stares into her eyes. Her hands shake. She takes a few deep breaths.

"I'm going to have to kill you now, do you understand?" The woman stares back, tilting her head towards the table and shifting her eyes to the henchmen at her left.

The man smiles. The woman positions herself before the man's side. She puts her hand on his chest and squeezes it twice. She looks into his eyes and takes his hand. With her right hand hovering a knife over his throat and her left hand placing a gun in his right hand, she takes one last deep breath and wraps his fingers around the trigger.

Holding the knife with both hands now, she aims for a stab to the throat. She winks her eye, he winks back and one by two, she swipes backwards and stabs her boss in the guts while he takes his right hand and shoots all the henchmen.

There are a few grunts, one pained gasp and five blood stains. Spinning around she looks her boss in the eye before standing and smiling. Her eyes twitch and settle in a slight glare. "Finished." Then she rips out the knife, kicks his legs out and smashes him to the floor. One look, one breath, two hands, a knife in his throat, a decision made.

No more fucking with the wrong kind of people, more fucking one person in particular.

The man, still strapped to his chair coughs. "Thanks."

She looks round at his sweet face, takes her knife and touches him as she cuts his bonds.

He stands, almost predatory as he approaches her, then he softens, takes her hands and gives her a firm hug.

She shakes in his brace. "Oh my god..."

"I know honey, I know." His left hand smooths out her spine. "It's over."

"I- I can't believe they didn't know. I thought for sure we were dea-"

"Shh, we did it. Ok? We're finished." He tightens his embrace and nuzzles her neck.

She freezes. "My god." His hands slide up her arms. "I forgot how fucking sexy you are."

He chuckles into her skin. "I forgot how much I needed you. How much I want you."

She slithers into his body. "Oh lordy." The woman rubs her hand down his chest and over his manhood. "We better find a better place to fuck Edward Cullen."

He smirks. "Oi, I'm no woman's wet dream here." Then he pulls back and nips her lips.

She smiles. "Oh, I'm sure you are."

He slips his arms down her back, and grabs her ass, then lifts it.

She curls into him. "Not to sound clique or anything, but boy, you make the world go round."

He smiles onto her lips and pulls her ass round and round. "Sure do."

She gets lifted onto his crotch and wraps her legs round his tethered arse. She kisses his chin. "Prove it to me. Show me just how much."

He gives her that predatory look once more. He doesn't speak, he doesn't grin, he just does. And round the world goes, round and round the world she goes. Tingles up her arms and everything.