Her throat cramped with fear when she looked into the merciless eyes of the man in front of her, yet she heard her own voice mocking him, insulting him, trying to find his weak spot and save her life. "I've heard how pathetic you were but I didn't think it was this bad. You're nothing. You're a useless, meaningless worm that thinks he can stop me. I'm not afraid of you."
She noticed a flash of hurt in his expression but she knew she was lost the moment it had turned into angry resolve.
His cold voice cut through the air as if it were a whip: "Goodbye, bitch." He pointed his gun at her and she thought to herself: 'I'm not going to beg, I'm not going to...' She didn't even hear the shot that killed her.