That was it. That's all the fire ball needed for ammunition toward her own decision. She clenched her teeth hard to keep quiet. She reached in her back pocket and pulled out her wallet, digging through it slowly to count out $600 in cash. She leaned down and slapped it on the glass table in front of him. "I don't know how much drugs are, or even what she's doing. I'm assuming it's whatever 'E' is, since there isn't another person in this room with you guys being 'friendly'." She spat bitterly at him, jaw continuing to work every time she fell silent.<br/><br/>Watching him bite Jule and making her grunt and groan from pain put her on end. "I'll do it, but you either need to let Jule go, and let her get dressed, or let her leave altogether." She insisted. She knew she didn't have room to talk, but as she stood from the table, the gun went with her.<br/><br/>Snapping the safety off with her thumb, she cranked back the tiny metal executioner, making sure to aim it at his cock. Aiming for his head was useless. He could throw Jule in front of the bullet, but aiming for a sensitive limb with nothing covering it was a much easier option. "Or better yet. You can release her, take the money, and let us leave without losing your dick."