"W…what do you think you're doing?!" The security man's eyes were fixed on her body.
"Nothing, I'm feeling a little bit hot."
He was lost in the colour of her skin. The hurrying footsteps of the policemen were close enough now. As soon as her jacket slid down from her body, he screamed.
"Ahh!"
Roselle had thrown the jacket at his face in a quick action, kicking him hard on his stomach without giving him a chance to retaliate. She gagged him from behind with her jacket and grabbed his gun.
The security man was tough, trying to smash her face, kicking at her legs, and elbowing her. Roselle resisted him. Dragging the gun with him, she kneeled him down and secured the guns.
"You were not so tough, man! Now open the f**ken door before I make this bullet swim in your head!"
The security man raised his hands in surrender without saying a word, his heart was hammering in his chest.
"Waste more minutes and…"
