??? POV She winced as i pressed the gun to her skull, wide eyed. "You'll never find him if i'm dead," she wimpered, tilting her head slightly away from the gun. "i can help you." I laughed, shaking my head slowly. "Sweetheart," I began, my smoky voice making her eyes water with faux fear, "if you were telling the truth, i might just consider not pulling the trigger." I frowned, my face expressionless. "But you're not the only psychopath that can hold a gun right." She snarled, and lunged at me right as i pulled the trigger.
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