your worst enemy and the person you were sent to kill, now had himself pressed up against you from behind. Your hands quiver as you hold the gun, his hands massaging your waist. You had to kill him, it’s what you were payed to do but. You couldn’t, as much as your brain wanted to your body couldn’t, it just sat there frozen.

“Shoot me, go on. This is your only chance to do so”

It’s not like you could do much to fight him off. he is a fully trained bodyguard, He could snap you in half.