Kate was all too aware of the seriousness of her situation.  He hadn’t needed to torture her with the guns safety against her ear to prove that.  He was toying with her, and she knew it,  seeing how far she would go before she’d break.  What she’d do.  She liked to bet he knew exactly what was going through her mind.  He probably knew of the work she’d done with victims of violence.  Especially women.....especially women who’d been at his hand.  Yet the monster had always stayed one step ahead of the department.  Always.<br/><br/>He tormented her further as the barrel had glided round her jaw poking into the soft flesh of her throat.   How ironic, how sick really, that in contrast his head had leant towards hers.  It could have been a lover’s pose yes but she knew he was screwing with her head.<br/><br/>There was no way she wanted to touch him, let alone unzip his pants yet the evidence of his arousal pressed angrily at the fabric willing it’s way free.  Kate knew she had no option unless Naoto had wanted to have his ceiling redecorated.  Not that he cared now but that would sure as hell be a mess for someone.  She bit back any retort, self preservation in high gear, and slid backwards  towards his knees so she could reach his zipper.<br/><br/>Repulsion and disgust filled her as she eased it down, unbuckled his belt, and allowed his member to spring free.  Her eyes cut to his, seeing him there relaxed once more as if enjoying an erotic dance.  Erotic was something Kate definitely did not feel.  She could do it...she could, if he didn’t have a gun to her throat.  If her guts didn’t feel like they were inside out.  Damn she was a wreck.  All the better to serve him obviously, she thought.<br/><br/>Her hips ventured forward as she seated herself over him grinding herself against the edge of his hardness.  Kate hadn’t been with a man in almost two years, she certainly wasn’t going to entertain a devil.  She felt the pressure at her neck increase.  Had she leant forward against her own weapon?