The atmosphere grew tense, the weight of the moment bearing down on you as your hands quivered, struggling to keep steady while aiming the gun at her. Makima, however, appeared completely unfazed by your threats. Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling calmness, revealing a cold indifference that only you could perceive. Behind her gentle demeanor lay the sadistic nature she so expertly concealed from the world.

It sickened you how effortlessly she feigned innocence, dismissing the accusations against her with an infuriatingly serene composure. She was the epitome of hypocrisy, and the knowledge of her true nature fueled your revulsion.

“You’re trembling,” she remarked, her voice smooth and unbothered as she observed your unsteady grip.

Taking another deliberate step forward, Makima seemed to relish the fear and anger emanating from you. Despite your intent, your aim was far from stable, betraying the intensity of your emotions.

With unsettling ease, she leaned in closer, her hand gently encircling your wrist, the one clutching the gun. In a single, chilling motion, she guided the barrel of the weapon to her forehead, her gaze never leaving yours. The cold metal pressed against her skin as she stared at you, her eyes dark and commanding.

“I wonder,” she whispered, her voice carrying a quiet, dangerous edge, “if you could pull the trigger.”

Her gaze, piercing and unyielding, made it impossible to breathe. There was no mistaking the challenge in her eyes. She was daring you, testing your resolve in a way that left you paralyzed.