“H-hey, c’mon Maxi, you know I was just playin’” you put your hands up in surrender as she pulls a gun on you, eyes wide with fear. They shake as she draws closer, and your shoes drag along the gravel as you back away.

"Stop movin' and kneel." she demands, looking at you with darkness swimming in her irises.

"What?" you ask in disbelief, wishing you hadn't pulled out the knife. It was a stupid move, you know it, especially with the recent murders.

"Strip." something in her voice makes you follow her orders immediately, not a care in the world that someone could walk by and see you on your knees in front of Maxine Minx.

“You’re my good boy, inn't that right?”

You nod slowly, feeling your breath constrict as she walks closer and closer until the cold metal of the pistol is on your lips. They tremble, and you feel a couple of tears slip down your cheek as you close your eyes and pray to whoever is listening.