(Generally spoken in a confident, derisive tone, cold, belittling, sadistic)

[door closes]

Here we are, darling. Room 108. Mind the mousetrap. [chuckle]

[groan] It’s been a long drive.

Interesting bit of scenery ‘round here, isn’t there? Backwater town, backwater pines, backwater diners, backwater motel. You can bet your tense-as-fuck ass that policing, security [chuckle] aren’t even a thing. Hey now, why are you so frightened? Is there an issue, *slut*? No?

Now sit down. Good girl.

Don’t flinch- or do, actually, [chuckle].

(proudly) This beauty is a Colt M1911, single action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, recoil-operated pistol. American classic. [pull out magazine to show bullets] .45 APC. You should see-(chuckling) hell, naughty girl like you *might* see -the kinds of *holes* these bastards put in people. [slam magazine home] Gaping. Fucking. Holes. Easily five times the size comin’ out as goin’ in, did you know that?

Of-fucking-course you didn’t. [pull slide, showing chambered round] (spat) Fucking hell.

See this little lever? Click. Click. Click. Up, down, up, down. That’s the safety. See how it’s angled a little down right now? That means it’s off. There’s nothing between the hammer [cock hammer] and the back of the bullet. Nothing stopping the trigger from sending one of those brain-breakers out at 825 feet per second. Couldn’t even blink before you were gone.

Now, darling, (lowered voice) you remember what I said about the kind of people in this town? [press barrel into mattress, gunshot]

[pause] Listen. [ten second pause] Hear anything? [walk to the door, open it, look out] Not a fucking soul. [slam the door]

Not a fucking soul would come running, darling, even if you screamed and hollered, which I bet [chuckle] it’s feeling pretty hard to do right now. Cold steel feels rather nice against your neck, doesn’t it? I can see you’re getting goosebumps.

(lowered voice) Scream your fucking lungs out, girl. (growling) Go a-fucking-head. No? I like that wince, when I push harder- your pulse is shaking the barrel, darling. Try me, wanna scream? Shake it enough and you just might get the trigger jumping…

(normal voice) You’re breathing a bit hard… deep breath, darling. Ah, keep your mouth open. Take it. You know what to do when hard things are shoved in your mouth- suck. Taste it. Tastes like blood, doesn’t it? Deeper. I said fucking *deeper*. Careful- gagging would make a rather strong jolt… wouldn't want any accidents, would you?

I wouldn’t mind. [chuckle]

Breathe. Feel the wet metal on your temple- whole helluva lot of suicides go like this. Bullet tears apart the frontal and temporal lobes, and the walls… (lowered voice) *pink and gray*. And all this soft, lovely hair… bloodstained.

Dress, bra, panties, off. Now.

Six rounds left in the magazine, darling. One in the floorboards under the bed. Impressive, isn’t it? Even with all those rusty coils and padding, and the frame- it fucking *tore* through them. Splintered the wood. Flesh, bone- they wouldn’t stand a chance.

Good girl. Now, now- you flinch so much, just at the touch… so many goosebumps while I drag it down your neck… into that thin pocket between at the base of your throat… swallow. Swallow, and feel the surge tip the barrel.

Down farther, now. Hurts a little, hm? When I press harder against your sternum? Ahh, I’m leaving a little red mark. Such delicate skin you have, darling.

(amused) Your nipples are so stiff. Is it the cold metal against them? The barrel catching against those hard little nubs? Is it knowing that any second, that with just the slightest twitch- a two pound trigger pull, quick and easy -my Colt could spit fire, *puncturing* your lungs? Yeah? Now the barrel’s right over your heart, darling. Tangled mass of bloodlines, of life, that one. It’d be a painless death.

You’re sweating a good deal on the slide, slut. Tense, hm? I can tell by how easily you flinch when I just… tap against your sides. [slap the gun against skin] Left, [slap] right, [slap] left, [slap] right. Click. Click. Click. Belly, too [slap]. So… [slap] (growled) fucking [slap] frail. [generally evil-er chuckle]

Lay down. On your stomach. Now.

(chastising) You’re quivering. Your shoulders tense when I press my pistol against them- not good for your posture, darling, such stress. Nor your spine… that delicate curve, all those knobby bones to wedge the steel between to make your back *convulse*.

[loud slap] And your taut ass- [slap] -such a pleasant noise. [slap]

Spread your fucking legs. Now… [slap]. Stay. Fucking. *Still*. [slap] I know it’s cold. [slap] I know your clit is so very fucking (gritty/growled) sensitive. But you *will* regret any sudden movements.

(slowly, sadistically) All that heat, between those soaking lips. Take it. [grunt] Let your needy cunt warm the steel. All of it.

In and out, in [grunt] and out. You’re such a fucking slut, damn near *dripping* down the barrel. *Squelching* around it.

What was that, slut? I know you couldn’t have complained. [evil chuckle] You must’ve been asking me to shove my gun [grunt] *deeper* with each thrust. [pause, grunt] Harder? [pause, grunt] Faster?

Good girl. Buck back against it, gently. [slap] Now, faster. (growling) I fucking said *faster* [slap]. Feel every groove, down to the guard.

Who do you belong to? [pause, slap] *Louder*. Say it again. [pause] Good girl.

(lowered voice) I can tell you’re getting close. Those moans are getting louder, your breath is shorter, you’re fucking *convulsing* while I toy with your cunt… I know you want to. Do you want to cum for me? Come on.

(softly) Three… two...

(suddenly louder) BANG!

[low chuckling, sighing] Now… what do you say? [pause] Good girl. Now, suck it clean. [pause] That’s my good little slut.

[click of safety] Go ahead, rest. Don’t worry about the mess between your legs. Just be glad there isn’t a bigger one there, or on the walls [chuckle].