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Tom knew his only weapon was the element of surprise, and he lunged out of his chair at her. Sheila was quick to react, and spun around in time to send a round into his shoulder. The searing pain shot through him faster than anything he'd felt before, and he immediately hit the ground.

"You're such a disappointment, lover."

Her words were barely words at all to Tom, who writhed in pain on the floor.

"Now how exactly did you think that would end? You'd overpower me, send me through a window?" She circled him as she spoke, petting her gun as one would pet a small animal. She knelt beside him, brushing the gun across the front of his pants. "I should just blow these off. You obviously don't use them anymore."

"What do you want from me??" He screamed to distract her- being shot in the shoulder was enough already.