James kissed Jessica, breaking open her teeth.
All the men around bowed their heads respectfully.
The dim light masked the two, isolating them from others.
With the kiss of blood, James was once again out of control and wanted to fuck her here.
Jessica was forced to cater to him, feeling the gun in her hand. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind: kill him!
Kill him just like she killed those people just now. If she killed him, she would be free.
With that, she pressed the muzzle against the man's chest.
They were still kissing, and the men around them dared not look. But James felt the cold and hard muzzle against his chest, and still kissed her deeply.
Jessica suddenly pulled the trigger. Nothing happened after the slight noise. The bullet seemed to have been used up by her just now.
She put down the gun decadently. If only there were one bullet in it.
The man took a punitive bite on Jessica's lips and bit her tongue.
