trust me here, now, or never

The grass on my back starting to itch my exposed shoulders, I turn my attention to the man currently on top of me. He's holding my hands up above my head with one hand; I'm pretty sure he would be using both, but the other hand is busy holding a gun to my temple.

"You know this is not really how I imagined today would end. Although I do like the position, I don't think we're quite there yet."

He scrunches his eyes as if thinking of a comeback, but only ends up grunting and pushing the gun closer to my temple.

"Oh, getting a little hot and bothered are we? Sorry about that but you kind of got us into this position pal. This one's surprisingly not my fault."

The next thing know, I hear him speak with a gruff voice and I think I hear him mutter, "I'm not mad at this position either. Just at you."

The next thing I see is his finger shifting to the trigger and pulling it. The loud bang of the gun ringing out within my ears.