Chapter 75: Could it be?

Wendy's POV.

"No matter what you do, you will get nothing from me willingly, you can't commit whatever crime you are thinking of and go Scott free." I muttered, my hand on my cheek that was hurting badly. I badly wanted to draw his blood, but my condition wasn't favorable.

"I don't care what you think, I am getting what I want whether you want it or not." He said, his hand reached towards his waistline, and my eyes bulged out in shock when he pulled out a gun and pointed it right at me.

"You... You think I am afraid of dying?" I stuttered, moving backward, but he just laughed like some maniac, clicked his tongue, and said,

"I don't wanna fuck a corpse, I wanna fuck a woman that's still breathing, a woman that would be wet for me while I banged her senseless. The gun isn't meant to kill you." He informed, and I creased my brow before asking with annoyance,

"What is it for then? You planned to fuck me with a gun?"

He let out a laugh before saying, "it's a tempting idea, but I wanted my