"Didn't you want to take my life?" He said with a smirk but a bit of a cold tone in his voice.He proceeded to grab the handle of the gun you had pointed at his forehead. Instead of removing the barrel from his body, he lowered the gun down towards his chest. "Now that's much better... Though you do owe me a curtain call grander than death itself." He spoke with confidence, unafraid that the fact a gun was pointed directly at his chest by none other than you. The one he kidnapped, the one he gave a gun to in the first place. His confidence and lack of concern left a feeling of uneasiness in your stomach. 'Why wasn't he afraid? Why is he doing this?' Despite your hand being on the trigger, your hand began to tremble. Was it from fear, confusion? However it didn't go unnoticed by him. "Why are you trembling? Has your resolve already begun to falter? You weren't just bluffing were you...?"