The gun continued to hover there, holding so that it made it difficult to speak. If he pulled the trigger, the bullet would pass through the jaw, up through the skull and out the top of her head. Death would be almost instantaneous. A white flash, heat, powder and then nothingness. He drew closer by the feel of it to a climax, though he started to slow his thrusts, not wanting to give in quite yet.

He relinquished her hair, using the gun to keep her in place while his hand reached down, fanning over her belly once more. Fingers pressed into her navel as he spoke. "Mmm, so may ways. I'm sure that my lovely companion here could carve a hole in you in an instant, and with a hot poker, we could cauterize it so you did not bleed out," he breathed. "Or perhaps a knife. As for where..." The finger poked into her belly button.

"I can think of a few places. Of course, as I said... there might be some risk."