??? 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.