Turn the tables

You slowly turn around with your hands raised. You notice Vince has your Glock stuffed in his waistband, right above his dick. You drop to your knees in front of him.

"Please, Vince. I'm begging you, don't kill me. I'll do anything you want." You try your best to fake some tears.

"Don't worry, you'll have a lot of time on your knees with the scavengers, I'm sure. Get up!" Vince places the gun against your forehead. You slowly raise your hands again in mock surrender. Acting quickly, you seize your chance. Your left hand shoots up pushing his hand with the gun in it right over your head. The gunshot is nearly deafening, as the gun goes off inches above your head. You bring your right hand up and grip the Glock in Vince's waistband, and pull the trigger instantly.

The bullet passes right through his genitals, causing him to drop immediately. You pull the Glock from his waistband and kick his guns away.

"Fu... Fuck! Fuck!" is all Vince can get out through his clenched teeth.

"What the fuck were you gonna do with me, Vince? Send me to be a fucking sex ****! Fuck you!" You kick him causing him to grunt in pain. "How does that feel? I bet you wish you were dead, huh?"

"Bi..."

"What was that? Are you trying to say something, Vince."

"Bi... bi... bitch." This proves to be Vince's final word. As soon as it leaves his mouth, you proceed to empty the rest of the Glock's magazine into him. The slide locks back and you look down at his body, blood seeping out all over the dirty, empty street.