Game Over

It is with great satisfaction and a small victory in my heart that I watch the look on Raven’s face as the barrel is softly laid against her head. Now, of course, I will not let the man shoot her, but it is time that she calms the fuck down. She can, by all right, be her worst own enemy; she self-destructs in an epic way. Not that I am saying that I don’t do it myself.

But I am not the one that is slightly outnumbered.

So trying my best to hide my pure pleasure, only to fail completely, I call out for her. She has gone completely dead still on the spot, and I swear the woman has not winked for the past minute. “Raven, I guess this is where you have to drop that gun.”

“Fuck you, Hunter. What are you going to do?” I can hear her voice is now starting to tremble. From under a stuttered breath, she continues in a fit of anger, “Are you going to shoot a woman now as well.”

With clear determination, I only but nod