She crumbled perfectly. And the resistance in her stomach had been delectable. Kisuya savored her pained huffs and short intakes over her, but not so much he forgot to pin her. She treated him to more entertaining sounds when her arm - obvious from above - was trying to find her an escape, by way of gunpowder. It wasn't really a smart move, but she didn't have many options, anymore. While pretending not to notice, his fingers divided the seam on her pants in the middle of her ass, pushing to divide those well-shaped cheeks until he could mash one with his palm.<br/><br/>His blood climbed his veins faster when he saw her hand disappear. The angle was unfavorable but she had death on her side short while. It wasn't a fair fight, but there was risk in it for him now. Slowly he decreased pressure on her head, and regrettably loosened it around her backside, too, so she could have the illusion of wrenching free. There was a moment he thought he could feel hope in her muscles. And then she realized the futility of her plan. Her look of disappointment made him harder. Perhaps she could feel it against her?<br/><br/>When she closed her eyes he reached down and tore the gun from her. He let her turn fully, on her back, before he straddled her again. Fingers in her cheek to have her open her lips, so he could push the gun's mouth into hers. It was a forced kiss, with the barrel pressing on her tongue. Her arms were free, for the sport of it, but he expected her to understand her current position. As though to remind her, the metal cylinder slid further down toward the opening of her throat. If she was not more cooperative than before, he would have her smoke a bullet. It was more fun controlling someone when they weren't physically restrained. She'd see the humiliation of it.<br/><br/>If she decided that she was faster than his finger, he reminded her she wasn't by turning the safety and cocking the hammer. His eyes were oppressive above her. Maybe gouging a hole all the way through her head wouldn't be a loss, after all. He might like her last, surprised look and to place her by Naoto as an example. "So, Kate." he started as he hooked a finger of his free hand into the neck of her shirt, lifting it and letting it fall back. Those fingertips trailed down the divide, toward one tit. "You gonna be my snitch now, or am I going to have to put a second coat on this shitty floor?" he asked as he squeezed one of her breasts firmly, possessively. A nod would be enough for him to slide the weapon out of her.