Take your pistol replica

You slowly pull your pistol replica out of the hipholster. You point it right at the back of Anne´s head. You see her eyes go wide in shock in the reflection of the computerscreen.

"Don´t make single noise, bitch, or I will splatter the content of your head right on this screen, ruining your pretty face in the process. Do you get me, lady?"

She nods in silent terror and you feel her whole body tense.

"Ple ... ple .." she stummers, her voice failing her. She licks her lips and swallows.

"Ple-please don´t kill me. I give you everything but please ... don´t ... kill me."

You stroke her hair gently. "I take you by your word. And if you are honest, I won´t kill you."

You place your head close to her and smell her sweet scent. You pull out some handcuffs and order her to cross her arms behind the chair. She hesitates.

"Please ... just let me go ... you can take everything with you ... just let me go ... please ..." she sobs, tears filling her eyes.

"No was, Lady. If I let you go the cops will bust me before I have the chance to lift your fucking TV-set out of this house. Comply and you won´t get killed. Otherwise I just might kill you and clear the house. And honestly, I think it would be a waste to kill someone as beautifull as you are, bitch. Don´t you agree?" you ask with a nasty edge in your words.

Anne simply nods and tears start to roll down her cheeks. She crosses her arms behind the chair and you handcuff her.