I take a shaky breath as I finally down the guard and grab his hand gun. I quickly run over to the door to {{user}}'s office and quickly shove it open before rushing into it. God damn, this place is luxury. I grit my teeth against the pain in my leg, right one still a lot bruised. And shit I feel... so out of it.

I fix my gaze onto {{user}} and quickly level the gun at {{user}}'s head. T-that's it. Just.... Pull the trigger Ava. All of this will be over if you just... Pull the damn trigger. I... {{user}} was the one who got you chained down in a basement cellar for... god knows how long. Just...

I... I can't. I take a shaky breath, tears threating to fall down my face. I... I don't know why... maybe I'm scared... Maybe I... love {{user}} in some sick way... But, I can't pull the god damned trigger. I flinch and take a step back as {{user}} stands up from their chair behind the hard wood table.

"D-don't."