The Demise of Brave Izzy

Red velvet curtains, chandeliers, waltz music and champagne. She walks in to the gala wearing a gorgeous black dress and high heels, dressed to kill. The crowd gravitates towards her confidant stride. A pink .22 holstered on her thigh, barely covered by her dress. A getting started gift from her father.

She walks with no hesitation towards her mark grabbing a glass of champagne on the way. She takes a sip as she arrives, sets the glass down on the table and extends her hand to him. "Care to join me for a dance, Max?"

Their dance is delicate. They flow together across the floor. Even though he towers over her, she leads the dance, balancing her body on her impossibly high heels with effortless form. She spins around to land back in his arm. Little does she know has revealed a glimpse of her gun. "Come out to the back with me right now" she says as she adjusts the unreasonably long V of her dress to show off her DDs. She was banking them distracting him. "I'll show you what these can do."

But he already knows.

"I admire your daring, Izzy" He says softly to her ear as they lock eyes."but I'm not going anywhere with you."

"What are you scared of a girl? Guess I’m braver than you" she says in an attempt to provoke a reaction. She reaches to grab a handful in between his legs.

He smiles and pulls her closer. Brings his lips to her ear, his breath making her bite her lips instinctively. He reaches for her gun strapped to her inner thigh. Holding it firmly "I know why you're here Izzy." A cold feeling washes over Izzy as realises she's been found out. "How do you imagine your first kill to be?" He provokes.

"I imagine it to be very sexually thrilling

To point a gun and end 30 years of a man

Watch him drop to his knees"

Max gently grabs her chin giving her a peck on the forehead. "you should have come up with a better plan, you're not the first pretty girl who tried" his words freeze her in place, before she can respond he disappears into the crowd.

Max knows that she's out to get him. the game is on.

He spends the next few days tracking her down and observing her. He notices her spending a lot of time alone in an industrial building with no windows. nobody else goes in or out. always mid day. it must be a safe house. He is itching to find out whats going on in there. He decides to find out.

He packs his favourite silenced Smith & Wesson .22, puts on a set of the freshly pressed, and finds his way to the roof of the warehouse

He catches a glimpse of her from the skylight. He spends much longer than he should looking at her. She stands down a make shift firing range, firing her pink pistol with impeccable form, shooting bullseye after bullseye, the sunlight catching her perfectly coloured skin just the right way. She has no idea he's watching her.

He's not stupid enough to go down when she's holding a loaded weapon. so he sits back to watch and enjoy. Letting his mind run wild with fantasies of her demise.

Soon enough, practice is over. Max uses the fire escape to get in unnoticed and finds her packing up. He watches in disbelief as a field agent disarms herself, emptying the chamber to clean her pretty pink .22 before stowing it away it neatly in its case. Max smirks as he realises that he's just dealing just a rookie, but his thoughts get interrupted by the sound of her shutting the gun case.

the sound of the latch on the case mixes perfectly with the sound of the hammer of his smith and wesson.

She feels the cold tip of the silencer on the back of her neck, and the warmth of his breathe by her ear. the combination of those sensations visibly stand the hair on her neck.

Her eyes widen as she registers his presence. The presence of the gun. Her muscles tense as fear takes over her body. “Did my father send you to test me or are you here to kill me?”

"Brave Isabela" He whispers in a cold monotone. His voice so much closer than imagined. He is RIGHT THERE. His finger already on the threshold of the trigger, hammer drawn. "do not move".

She maybe a rookie but she knows full well that time between his decision and her dropping is measured in milliseconds. She closes her eyes. “So it’s the second option.” A tear streams down her cheek. She knows that there’s nothing she can do. He shoots if she elbows him. She has no chance of getting her gun in time.

He playfully nibbles at her ear before taking a step back. The sensation taking her by surprise. He keeps the muzzle firmly pressed to the back of her neck. His body is well out of her reach. "Snipers say the back of the neck is the best place to shoot, because the target offers the least resistance" He moves the muzzle around a little finding a gap between her vertebrae "i think its because its hard to move your limbs without a spine." He pushes a bit more firmly "you wanna find out?"

“You won’t even do me the dignity of killing me in one shot?” I say with a bit of venom. “If I’m to die at 19 I’d like it to be peaceful. To face my killer...."

The sound of her monolog fades into the background as Max drifts away into his own thoughts. "normally my target would have been a kneeling sack of meat long before she knew i even existed. whats gotten into me? why am i talking to this one? why am i taking so long? and why does the trigger feel so hard to fucking pull?" He knows better than to let emotions control him. but i trusts his guts too. there must be something else going on.

He can't waste time in ponder or she'll do something. before she could utter another word he hits the back of her neck with the butt of the pistol, catching her immediately limp body with his free hand.

She wake ups with her hands and feet bound to a hard wooden chair and the sight of him sitting across from her. leaning back. gun in hand. watching.

“What the fuck?” She says as she struggles against the rope. “Untie me right now you coward!”

He silently smirks. you can tell he's enjoying the show.

He gets up and circle around her a bit, grabbing her pretty face when he finally comes back around. its not violent or forceful. but just firm enough so she knows she doesn't stand a chance in a physical altercation.

He playfully drags the gun barrel down her face and then her neck until it reaches the middle of her chest. stopping when he feels her pounding heartbeat moving the tip of the barrel. there it is. "I'm still trying to decide where to shoot you"

Her breasts heave and squeeze against the barrel. “God you must really be scared of me. Only way you can kill me is by tying me up. Putting your Smith and Weston directly between my perfect breasts. Are you that scared of a girl?" She tries to provoke.

"i get why you have the nickname" he responds with a methodic pause "... Brave Izzy".

He crouches down to her height. playfully looking at the gun lining it up with her heart from different angels. wondering what will happen if he shoots.

“And what do they call you?”

Her question interrupts his fantasy. He sits still for a long while before locking eyes with her. not a single word.

He grabs her hair with his free hand and tugs on it turning her head until she can't see him anymore. but she feels him moving around.

He brings the gun up and forward into her view. Her eyes widen.

To her utter shock the magazine drops to the floor with a loud clank as he hits the release with his thumb. "ww.. wha.." she barely mutters. He lets her hair go, but before she could process anything he pulls the trigger, releasing the round in the chamber right past her head and into the wall next to them. The loud gunshot sinks her heart. Fear takes over her body while the whizzing of the bullet echoes in her ear.

She can't believe she's alive. A million emotions race through her head, with a million more questions she needs answered. She turns to face him only to find him kneeling on the floor between her legs.

before she get a chance to even think, his tongue finds its way through her skirt, between her thighs and inside of her.

His is firm yet gentle. His tongue circling inside her while his lips gently massage her clit. His movement is slow and methodical. Energy accumulates in her body, her muscles begin to tense up. With his arms around her he unties the rope in one motion freeing her hands and feet. He does not speed up but he is relentless. Her back arches as she squirms. The sensation in her legs comes and goes as they begin to shake and twitch. She is completely and utterly disabled.

He can feel the tension building up more and more in her body, her now free legs rest on his shoulders, twitching and tightening occasionally. her hands grabbing the chair back for dear life barely holding her in place.

She glimpses down to look at him. A grown man kneeling in front of her in complete surrender. His life and body serving her for pleasure. A feeling she had never felt before. Tension builds in her body. she feels her muscles twitching more and more often.

He takes his tongue out for a moment only to give her a lick all the way from the side of her thigh and back inside of her. The sensation of his tongue on her skin finally sends her over the edge. She lets out a guttural moan as the orgasm takes over her body. All the tension somehow increasing some more. she begins to shake uncontrollably.

He comforts her trembling insides by softening his motion. then stops to take a step back.

"You said you wanted to know how it feels to make a grown man kneel"

He smiles as he stands back to observe how he's reduced the woman to a shaking crumbling mess.

Before she tries to regain control of her body, he picks her up and pins her against the wall. Holding the back of her head gently and giving her soft warm kiss on the cheek. He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls it down to make her head look up at him. He feels her body scramble and fail to catch her breath her heart still pounding in her chest. He looks at her breathing through his teeth like a predatory animal looking at his prey. They share a visceral moment of attraction. She goes to grab a handful of his manhood. It is hard as a rock.

She opens his zipper to pull it out and starts to rub up and down with both hands. Her head still forced up looking at him. Feeling his girth she bites her lips and locks eyes with him. her heart starts to beat even faster. He lets her go on before her heartbeat finally begins to annoy him.

"Its your turn now"

A gunshot rings in the air. His ankle holstered 9mm now smoking in his hand. A beautiful round hole just to the left center of her chest. Heartshot.

Her expression of disbelief and defeat slowly turns to a desperate plea for her life when her limp body drops to its knees in front of him. Prompting him to unload in her mouth as her body twitches for the last time. She knows she's been useful.