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~THE MANIPULATOR~ Millions of thoughts run through my head on what I could possibly say to get out of this. I’m sorry clearly wasn’t good enough. “You’re going to shoot me?” My bladder is threatening to explode, and the knowledge that I might die in a puddle of pee brings tears to my eyes. "I've already said I'm not going to kill you," he responds, his tone dripping with impatience. He punctuates his response by dragging the tip of the gun down through the valley of my breasts. The gun continues its path down my stomach, stopping at the edge of my leggings. "Take these off." My lip trembles and a single tear slides down my temple. "Please, don't do this." He c***s a brow, and the act is damning. He looks so damn unimpressed with my pleas, causing another tear to trace the path of t