He raises the gun, and my stomach knots at the sight of my release coating it. He brings it closer to my face, and I go completely still, holding my breath. His head cocks to the side as if struck by a sick curiosity. He tenderly uses the wet muzzle to wipe away my tears on one cheek, replacing it with the evidence of my own depraved lust. He leans closer and licks the trail from my cheek to whisper in my ear. “I like the way your fear tastes.”
