9MM Handgun

Danielle takes a moment to think, and decides to go for the handgun. She had some experience with it before on her deceased father's hunting trips in the past, and so she knew how to operate one. Grabbing a loaded magazine, Danielle clicks it into the weapon and pulls on the handle to cock the gun quickly, with more ease than she had expected.

No time to lose, she sprints up the stairs towards her bedroom, where her mother is leaning over Jason.

"HEY!!!" Danielle screeches and raises the handgun up with two hands firmly gripping it.

Gloria lifts her head up and turns it backwards to look at her daughter. As her bloodshot eyes stare right back into Danielle's own, she smiles. "Mommy's just... HUNNNGRY!!"

"SHOOT HER!" Jason screams as he raises his arms with all his remaining strength to keep Gloria's head away from him.

"STOP!!" Danielle screams.

"JUST FUCKING SHOOT HER!" Jason shouts in panic.

"MOM STOP PLEASE." Danielle begins to cry. Her grip on the handgun is trembling, as does her legs.

"My own dauuu.. Daughter...." Gloria's face changes expression, as her bloodshot eyes return to normal for a brief second, tearing up instead. "Please... I love you, my sunshine... Please shoot me.... I am sorry." Gloria forcefully moves her muscles to lift herself off the man, rolling on the ground until she is clear.

Danielle aims the weapon at her own mother again, having **** difficulty bringing herself to pull the trigger.

"Please.. HNGGH.. I don't know how much longer I can control myself...." Gloria mutters.

"I love you, mom...." Danielle mutters.