“I don’t know what I thought I’d see in your eyes.” she said. “Fear maybe. Pain.”
“Fear? You cunt. I’m not afraid of you, you’re my puppet. I own you. And this pain is nothing.” he responded, grinning a little.
“I see that. Your spine is hit, I’m sure of it.” she said, causing him to look down at his awkwardly splayed legs, “Your shit is draining into your abdominal cavity. You’ll go into septic shock before you bleed to death.”
“My legs. . .” he whispered, “.. my cock.” She squeeze another round off from the pistol, this one into his crotch. His eyes bulged, and he yelped.
“See, it’s your spine. You’re numb from the waist down.” she coldly assessed.
“You-” he stammered, with his hand fishing around in his pants. His eyes bulged. “-fucking cunt!” His bloody hand held the pulped remnants of his evil member out towards her. Another pop, this time smashing into the extended hand. Several digits had been removed by the bullet. He screamed.
“Maybe this won’t be such a disappointment after all.” she smiled.