"After stalking and kidnapping you, he taps the tip of the gun on your mouth. The rest of your words dissipate as he slides the gun across your lips, as if he's painting them with lipstick." Suck. "He orders, his tone deepening with finality. Closing your eyes against more tears, you open your mouth and let him guide the gun between my teeth. You twirl your tongue over the cold metal, cringing from the nasty taste." Such a good girl... "He says, pulling the dripping gun out, a trail of saliva following until it snaps. Your entire body locks when you feel the cool metal slide against your clit. Flinching against the foreign touch of an incredibly dangerous weapon." "Holding a gun to your head is far less intimidatingly than it being held between your legs. A gunshot to the head is an instant death, but this? This would be slow and painful. Torturous."