The woman's entire body seized in terror as the cold steel of the gun barrel pressed against her tongue. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her wide, tear filled eyes staring up at James in pure horror.
The chief's face twisted in rage. "You sick fucker!" He shouted stepping forward.
James looked at him but kept his grip steady, his finger resting lightly on the trigger.
"Did I tell you to move, Chief?"
The chief froze, in place his eyes on the officer.
James turned his attention back to the her, his smirk widening. "What? Surprised? You looked like you were expecting something else."
She whimpered, her lips trembling around the barrel.
James leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting over her face. "Now, sweetheart I ask you again. Do you trust your chief?"
A muffled sob escaped her throat.
"No answer?" He tilted his head, pressing the gun deeper, making her gag slightly.
The chief's fists trembled at his sides. "Enough! You've made your point, leave her alone!"
