She kept taking even breathes, trying to remain calm, even as she was stripped naked. It wasn't pleasant, but as long as he wasn't looking at her, she could deal with this, she let her mind slip a little back. He was slime, just like her ex fiance. She wasn't about to let this slug unnerve her. Keeping her eyes forward, she let herself slip into a slightly meditative state, her body relaxing as her eyes darted about the room, taking everything in the room in with just her eyes. Much of dealing with the business world was much the same. You observe and become what they want. And for the moment, she was decoration and nothing else. But most of all, she watched him, looking over every inch she could see. Since she knew what she was looking for, she even spotted his shoulder holster. And so she stod there and fought off the chill from standing naked, but she gave no other sign of discomfort. He wasn't worth being embarrassed for.<br/><br/>"Jezzie"<br/><br/>As he stood and slid his hands across her body, she couldn't help the tremor in her voice as she answered him. He didn't even deserve her real name in her mind, but she doubted Jezebel would mind lending her name to keep her a little safer. She did not like this in the least but she fought the wave of nausea that moved through her body at the idea of this so called man touching her anywhere intimately. As he pushed her forward though to bend over his desk, she fought the nausea long enough to see exactly what was on his desk and if any of it would relate. She only got a general idea, but it was good enough. He'd be getting quite a visual too. All along Sam's back, buttocks and upper thighs were faded welt like marks, as if she'd been struck with lash. They were somewhat faded, but recently enough that her body's growth hadn't stretched them yet. It was then she decided to use her nausea to her advantage.<br/><br/>"Oh god, I'm going to be sick!"<br/><br/>Even her voice had that distinct wretch to it as the bile tried to come up while she was speaking. She was hoping that with his sensibility about not wanting anything on his suit earlier that would have him moving away. But she was quick and agile, she compensated for it in her next move. Grabbing the nearest heavy thing she could find, a<a class="link link--external" href="http://www.aileenminor.com/uploaded/image1/621_photo1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">cast iron paper weight of a golden retriever</a>; who would have thought him a dog lover; she swung her body and the statue right at his head, quickly making any adjustments once he was in her peripheral vision. Even as her right hand swung with the statue, her left hand was moving right for his shoulder harness, to grab the butt of the gun and draw it out. Although it wouldn't be drawn very far, just enough to fire straight into his chest. There was more technique to the grab than to the shooting. Don't need much aim when you're an inch away from a person.<br/><br/><i>Bang Bang</i>