You just her dumbass

Emma hardly looked at you before pulling the trigger. It wasn't the first time you'd been shot but that didn't stop it from hurting like hell. She hit the right side of your chest. Collapsing on the stairwell you listened to Emma make her way up the stairs. Reaching you she looked down into your eyes with the gun pointed at your face. Talking your way out of this didn't seem like much of a strategy anymore. You were at her mercy.

"Say... 'please shoot me'."

You looked at her blankly, "I don't... want you to shoot me."

She moved the gun lower and shot you in the leg, "Say it."

"I don't want to die." It was hard to focus with how much blood you were losing.

She placed the gun on your groin, "Say it and I'll let you die."

You could feel tears flowing down your face, "I don't... want to die."

She pulled the trigger. If pain alone could kill, you would be dead a dozen times over. You were openly crying at this point and she was crying as well. She spoke again, moving the gun to your kneecap.

"Say it!"

"Don't... kill me."

You couldn't even tell if you were feeling more pain, there was too much already to know. Even if you somehow made it out of this, you'd never walk again. You'd never do anything again. It was already over. The only thing you had left was pride.

You never did say it. She kept shooting you, non fatally. Your brain felt like it had left your body. You remembered all the things you'd done to lead you here. Then she shot you in the face. Then you knew you're brain had left your body.

The End