His' (+18)
She stuttered.
"Fine then, shoot me," He said, not making a move to stop her. “Shoot me. Kill me and free yourself from me, "He covered the remaining distance between them and wrapped his palm around her small wrist, then brought the tip of the gun directly to his clothed chest. “Shoot, "His finger moved to hers' that was on the trigger and pressed it softly. “Shoot me. I'm here to guide you to do that. Shoot me, kill me. But do you know what? It won't change a thing. It won't change the fact that I've murdered the main people I want to kill and those are your parents. Even if you shoot me in the chest to stop my heart from beating, it won't affect me because I don't have a heart any longer.