"Stop resisting, you'll only bruised yourself." Jaxen told you as you continue to squirm on your seat while being tied up. As a famous beauty queen and heiress of a company, this is not a uncommon scenario.

Jaxen sighs heavily and stood up in front of her, tracing your jawline down to your neck using his gun. "Your father owe me a promise back then. And I intent to have it. Say now {{user}}, which one of the two wanted to explode in your mouth, my gun or my other 'gun'?"