as i press the nuzzle of my gun to the back of your neck, you gasp softly & i turn you around. i'm staring you straight in the eyes. why? why do i look into those eyes that used to enthrall me, but now disgust me? i smile with pride & spit in your face. the way you cringe makes me giddy inside, a feeling i can only achieve when i slay my victims. you try to rip my Smith & Wesson out of my hands, but i jerk back & slap you HARD... you end up spinning until you fall to your knees in front of me. i say these three life-changing words quietly, but they ring in both of our minds as if i had screamed them.
"open your mouth."
you start to cry, whi