Lucia was caught, and quite unfortunately for her, she had no place to run.
Her acting was not going to save her from her current situation.
Given that Matt had blocked her path, she couldn't run even if she tried.
She laughed sheepishly when Matt showed her the photograph with her face in it.
"What is that for?" she asked, taking slow steps back into the restroom.
"You know what, Lucia," Mark said, pointing a finger at her and shaking his head.
"I was starting to like you. I liked that you are funny and all that. It's a shame though."
Lucia turned her head to the left and the right.
There were neither escape routes on both sides nor any weapons available to her.
The only way she saw herself getting out of this was to play along with Matt.
"You don't have to do this, you know. I don't even know what you want," she begged him.
As she defended herself, the zipper to her blue turtleneck top was undone by her hand, revealing what was hidden underneath.
She showed some skin to Matt, luscious unblemished skin down to a brief show of cleavage with her voice supple to whatever Matt wished to do with her.
Lucia stopped resisting and tried to use the charm of her femininity, being the only weapon she had on her.
The door was locked, and Matt ensured that it was, so that no one disturbed his work.
"You don't have to do this, you know?"
She purred like a kitten with her hands slipping down in between her clenched thighs.
Her eyes widened, purporting innocence and submissiveness.
Lucia's cheeks were nesh and flushed as her blood raced from the sensual tension that she was building between herself and Matt.
"Please, Matt. I will do whatever you want. Whatever you wish me to," she begged softly, her voice moaning her plea for freedom.
The handsome young man lowered his guard and Lucia leisurely walked into his personal space.
Her soft slender hands rested on his chest.
Led by her index finger, her hand wandered down to his belly and even further down.
Matt tickled and tensed, nearly gasping as his breath ceased in a moment.
Lucia held his emotions to ransom with her womanly gestures and Matt was already afire sensually.
He felt a warm intimate touch that was very satisfying as Lucia's hands roamed all over his body.
With her other hand, she reached for his face and rubbed it softly, stroking his cheeks with the back of her hand.
Matt's nose twitched and he grimaced for a moment.
She rubbed his lips with her fingers while biting her own lips and skellying her eyes at him.
Matt's nose twitched again.
All of a sudden, he repulsed Lucia's actions and pushed her back.
Lucia reeled backwards, hitting the back of her head against the restroom wall and falling to the floor.
The shock from Matt's sudden change in behaviour took her by surprise.
"Oww!" she shrieked.
She rubbed the back of her head that made contact with the wall and looked at her palm.
Fortunately, there was no blood and no serious injuries.
"What the hell!" Lucia shouted and as she tried to stand, she was forced to pause and rethink her next set of actions.
Matt was standing before her, connecting a small silencer to his silvery gun.
"Tsk, tsk! And I thought you were different," Matt remarked with a listless face.
He spat at the ground and rubbed his nose.
All of Lucia's sensual antics were mere farce and he knew that.
He was disappointed that Lucia would go as far as trying to seduce him.
"You slut," he cursed.
"Don't do it, Matt" Lucia begged.
She raised both arms to imply her surrender and dragged herself back to create a distance between them.
She sobbed and her voice broke as she spoke with so much tears in her eyes.
"What do you want? I don't even know what I did."
Matt looked at her hand, the one she used to rub his lips and spat a second time.
Lucia looked at her hand as well but she was still confused.
"You know what. I did not expect you to know that yet. I was thinking maybe on our second or third date I would tell you, you know. Like the 'getting to know each other more' kind of talk."
Matt put his finger on the trigger of his gun.
"Your hands, my dear, stink of sausages... and I detest the smell of sausages."
Pew!
A shot was fired.