--so?, but he doesn't get a chance to finish the rhetorical question. Instead, he realises she's reaching behind her for her gun, hears the safety being flicked off, goes to dash his hand to his own waistband to grab out his gun--
--and finds himself letting out a stunned, almost horrified, "Jesus Chr--!" as a gun is suddenly pressed to his crotch. And not just pressed to his crotch; digging in to his crotch. His first instinct is to lash out at her, throw a punch at her, slam his fist right into her face and break her nose just to get the fucking gun away from him, but survival just as instantly kicks in and he knows that if he does anything like that, she'll blow his nuts clean off.
Without thought, without hesitation, both hands instantly fly up in surrender, and his gaze cuts wildly between the gun pressed to his groin and the crazy fucking psychotic woman holding it. His mouth has suddenly gone dry. His heart has just as suddenly picked up, pounding hard and fierce in his chest.
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--so?, but he doesn't get a chance to finish the rhetorical question. Instead, he realises she's reaching behind her for her gun, hears the safety being flicked off, goes to dash his hand to his own waistband to grab out his gun--
--and finds himself letting out a stunned, almost horrified, "Jesus Chr--!" as a gun is suddenly pressed to his crotch. And not just pressed to his crotch; digging in to his crotch. His first instinct is to lash out at her, throw a punch at her, slam his fist right into her face and break her nose just to get the fucking gun away from him, but survival just as instantly kicks in and he knows that if he does anything like that, she'll blow his nuts clean off.
Without thought, without hesitation, both hands instantly fly up in surrender, and his gaze cuts wildly between the gun pressed to his groin and the crazy fucking psychotic woman holding it. His mouth has suddenly gone dry. His heart has just as suddenly picked up, pounding hard and fierce in his chest.
"The fuck is wrong with you?!"