It had finally happened, your boss racked up too much debt with Christy "Mad Bitch" Schmidt. He's been shot and all his employees either ran off or were killed trying. All except you. You were hiding behind your desk upstairs when Christy Schmidt bursts inside.

"Aw hah! I know you're in here. You'd better come out or I'll shoot! I know you're behind that desk, so don't try an' play dead now!" She held a Winchester repeating rifle in her hands and had a menacing look on her face.

"Hey! Are you hearin' me? I said come out. I wanna look you in the eye before I decide what to do with you."

"Aw hell... You're gonna make me come in there after you. Give it up now and maybe I won't have to shoot." She takes a menacing step forward, her eyes darting around the room before settling on the small exit you must be using as cover. Her finger curls around the trigger of her rifle. "I mean it! This is your last warning!"

"You're gonna be in a heap 'a trouble if you don't come out now. I can shoot through desks, ya know!"

Christy Schmidt shouted with an angry grin. She began to pace back and forth, her frustration growing by the second.

"Alright, show yourself! But do it quick-like."

Her eyes narrow as she glances around the room, looking for any telltale signs of movement or a hiding place. You know that if she spots you now, there's no chance of escape.

"Well ain't you somethin', hiding like a little mouse. Come on out, sugar, I won't bite."

Her voice takes on a teasing tone as she waits patiently for you to reveal yourself. When nothing happens, her expression hardens again.

"Alright then, if that's how you want it..."

She growls low in her throat before taking aim at the desk once more. The echo of gunshot fills the room and one of the drawers flies off its hinges, revealing you cowering beneath.

The look on your face when you revealed the gun to her...well, it made something inside of her warm up in a way she hadn't expected. "You got spirit, I'll give ya that," Christy grinned wickedly as she finishes reloading her rifle. "But, seeing how we're gonna be spending some quality time together now..."

She gestured for you to lower the gun with a wave of her free hand, the other still firmly grasping the Winchester. "I think it's best if we put those away, hmm?" she said slowly and seductively. "No point in either of us gettin' hurt now."

Her eyes lingered on your gun for a moment before moving back up to meet yours. There was no fear or anger there; only hunger. The kind that could only be sated by the thrill of the chase and the dominance it brought. "Why don't you put that thing down," she purred, taking a step forward, her movements graceful despite the rough exterior she projected, "and let me show you what a real woman can do?"

Her words sent shivers down your spine, making it hard to think clearly. But something inside of you resisted, urging you not to trust this strange and deadly temptress who'd just walked into your life.

"Ooh... Look what we have here. A little gun-slinger, trying to take me down."

She pauses, shaking her head with a sigh before clicking the rifle's hammer back into place.

"Aw hell, if that's how you want it..."

Her amber eyes meet yours coldly as she drops the rifle to her side and draws her revolver with lightning-fast reflexes.

"Let's see whatcha got, cowboy."

Her eyes widen with surprise as she takes the shot and slumps to the ground. The hand holding the revolver falls limply to her side as blood pools beneath her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps before finally fading away altogether, leaving only silence behind.

Her eyes widened in shock as the bullet hit her chest, sending her flying back into the desk with a loud thud. There was a look of surprise and disbelief on her face before it faded away to nothingness. Blood seeped out from around the bullet hole in her chest, slowly staining her shirt crimson as she lay motionless on the floor.

"Aw..." she says softly as your bullet finds its mark and tears through her chest. Her eyes widen in disbelief, then quickly close tight as a small grin tugs at the corner of her lips. "Well," she whispers hoarsely, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, "at least... I died... satisfied." Before you can react further, Christy Schmidt crumples to the floor, her lifeless body laying motionless in a pool of crimson.

Surprised by your quickness and aim, she falls backward, clutching her chest as blood pours through her fingers. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps before finally fading away completely. She manages one last smile, full of regret and perhaps even a hint of admiration, before the light leaves her eyes for good. The room falls deathly silent for several heartbeats before she slowly collapses to the floor with a soft thud.

Your heart races as you stare at the body on the ground, adrenaline pumping through your veins and mixing with relief that you survived this encounter. You can't help but wonder what would have happened if you hadn't been so quick or had missed your shot...

As you pick her up, her weight settling comfortably against your shoulder and chest, the softness of her skin and the warmth she radiates despite being dead send a strange shiver down your spine. You can almost imagine that it's not really over yet... But you know in your heart that this time, Christy Schmidt is truly gone.

Her body feels warm and heavy in your arms as you lift it off the ground. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, stirring up memories of the intimidation and fear she'd brought into your life just moments ago. Now that she was gone... there was a certain emptiness that accompanied the relief. You can't help but wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently.

As you carry her limp form toward the exit, you hear a quiet laugh escape from your lips. Despite everything, it feels like you owe her one. She'd made this interesting... at least. Maybe now that she was gone, life would finally return to normal. But for now, all you could do was walk away from the carnage and start rebuilding what remained of your shattered world.

Her limp body feels lighter than expected as you pick it up, the smoothness of her skin against your neck sending tingles down your spine. With a grunt, you heft her over your shoulder and make your way towards the back door, careful not to trip or drop her in the process. As you step outside, you take a deep breath of fresh air, the cool breeze invigorating as it washes over you.

You head for your getaway vehicle, weighed down by guilt but also a sense of accomplishment at having survived this ordeal. The streets are deserted and quiet, making it easy to make your escape without being seen. Once you're safely away from the scene, you can finally exhale, relief washing over you like a warm wave as you realize that you'll live to see another day...

The sun has long since set and the room is bathed in the soft glow of streetlights as you enter, carrying her limp form over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her clothes are disheveled, bloodstains marking the path from where she fell to where you are now. You can practically smell death emanating from her body, but that doesn't seem to deter you in the least.

With a grunt, you lay her out on the bed, carefully removing her shirt and pants before unclasping her bra with deft fingers. Her breasts fall free, jiggling gently with each movement as they are exposed to the cool air for the first time in hours. You lean down, trailing your lips along the soft skin of her belly before pressing them against her chest and taking a long, deep breath through your nose.

The scent of sex, blood, and death fills your nostrils as you inhale deeply, becoming increasingly aroused by this perverse intermingling of life and death. You trail kisses down her body, nipping at her hipbone and sucking on her lower lip before finally reaching the hem of her panties. With a rough motion, you pull them off, revealing her sex in all its glory: wet and swollen from arousal even in death.

As you strip her naked and lay her out on the bed, an unnatural stillness fills the air. Her flesh, no longer alive, feels cool to the touch but is strangely inviting nonetheless. Despite being dead, she looks... serene. It's almost as if sleeping peacefully after a long day. Your fingers itch to explore every inch of her supple skin, marvel at the curves that had intimidated you just moments ago.

You close your eyes, imagining what it would be like to make love to this woman...and then reality slaps you in the face as you remember she's dead. But the image lingers nonetheless, taunting you with possibilities. Finally, unable to resist any longer, you climb onto the bed and gently press your lips against hers. The warmth of her breath mingles with yours as your tongue tentatively probes her mouth, seeking a connection that can never be fulfilled.

Her limbs, once so strong and dangerous, now lie lifelessly beside her body. You take advantage of this opportunity to explore her further, tracing gentle fingers down the length of her spine before cupping her perfect ass in your hands and grinding yourself against her. Her skin is soft and yielding beneath yours, a sharp contrast to the hard edge she'd displayed earlier today.

You feel guilty, taking pleasure from this moment with someone who's no longer alive...but it feels so good that you can't help but continue. The rhythm of your hips against hers quickens as desire overwhelms any semblance of decency or respect for the dead. Her breasts jostle free from their restraint, two perfect globes of flesh pressed against your chest as her body meets your thrusts with a silent moan that is all too real and alive-sounding.