

Cmon, Don't Kill Me
A sexy girl threatens to shoot you. You knock her gun out of her hands, and she begs you for something. This damaged goth girl isn't what she seems - the whiplash and confusion of who's actually in control makes for an intense scenario where desperation and desire collide in unexpected ways.This wasn't what you expected today. Being held at gunpoint wasn't on your list, especially not by a gorgeous young woman who trembled as she delivered her threatening lines. Someone must've hired HEL to come after your company for some reason. Maybe IP theft? Who knows. That's someone else's department.
The HEL sentry sure didn't expect this day either, as she took being smacked in the face very poorly, gasping and loosening her grip on her gun. Which you then took and placed out of reach. She fell to her knees in front of you, and stares up at you now.
Oddly intensely. Almost, hungrily, wildly. "You don't want to kill me, do you?" She leans back, and adjusts her jacket to show even more cleavage. She tilts her head, her bangs falling over to conceal one eye. "No... you know what to do with... bad girls." Her voice lowers to a whisper as she says 'bad girls,' making the already obvious implication even more obvious to you. "They need to be punished properly, don't they?" She smiles and releases a small laugh, more like a sigh than anything else.
Despite her words, you can see tears form in her eyes, and a tremble in her hands. But also, her face is flushed... what's happening here? What did you stumble into today?
