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/ Spiderweb 29 Oops, there goes Doc. Layla
Regan turned to Officer Gradis, who trembled under her gaze. Regan walked to the officer's side and leaned into her ear, "you know what I like most about this?" Regan giggled, whispering into Officer Gradis' ear, "the part where everyone is paralyzed and all I have remaining are two pretty dolls that I can do whatever I want with. You'll never know how pretty you look lifeless in my arms until you see it yourself you know. And I'll give you the pleasure of that."
"W-wh-at d-o y-ou m-en," Officer Gradis stuttered.
"I've always wanted to know what pulling the trigger felt like," Regan chuckled, she reached down and held Officer Gradis' hand in hers then while holding her hand, she reached to her waist and uncovered the gun's holster, then she wrapped Gradis' fingers around the gun and placed one on the trigger, "to wrap your fingers around the gun," she lifted Gradis' hand and aimed it at Doc. Layla's heart, "the pure pleasure of power racing through you as you lock your aim on your target."
"P- *cough* l-les-e *cough* *cough* n-no," Officer Gradis begged.
"The urge to laugh as you watch your victim squirm beneath you," Regan giggled, patting Gradis' head.
"P-pl-eas-s *cough* e n-no," the officer pleaded her hands shaking violently as hot tears ran down her face.
"Ok, I'll stop," Regan smiled, releasing her grip on Gradis for a moment. She watched as officer Gradis calmed down a bit before leaning into her ear once and whispered, "sike."
Regan pushed Gradis' finger forcing her to pull the trigger. BANG.
"No," Officer Gradis muttered, her voice wavering in fear and agony, "n-no *cough* N-no NO W-WH-HY *cough* L-lay-yla, pl-le-e-ase co-ome *cough* *cough* b-ac-k."
Regan watched the scene, a complex mix of emotions plagued her heart. The most prominent one, pleasure, "must be hard portraying pain between coughs," Regan chuckled.
Officer Gradis trembled as she watched blood flow out of Layla. Her gun she couldn't throw away in anger due to her paralyzed body shook in her hand and the bang of her gun continuously rang in her head. Her vision was blurry but the scent of blood helped to paint the picture before her.
"W-wh-y d-id y-ou-u do t-that?" Officer Gradis mumbled her head buzzing in anger.
"Must I repeat myself? Jeez, what's up with people's hearing these days?" Regan sighed, "I said-"
"No I w-as s-up-pp-o-o-sed to ki-ill h-h-er m-yse-lf," Officer Gradis growled, "h-h-ow d-are y-y-ou?!"
Chapter end
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