Death
An evil smile framed his face as he took a gun and pointed it at her. "Now, it's time to stop!"
Rose's eyes stared at the gun in Willard's hand aimed at her.
"Listen, Rose, I could hurt you if you make me do it. And hurting you is the last thing I want to do to you. So, please don't force me, okay!?"
She could feel his words' sincerity, yet she remained silent, not even moving an inch.
"Now! Throw away your fork and head down there, sit obediently, and wait for me to return. I have to clean up the wound you gave me, Rose!" His tone sounded like an order, but she remained motionless. She just threw away the fork in her hand.
"I won't hear you, Dustin! You can shoot me if you want. I'm not afraid to die..." A half smile appeared from the corners of her lips. "You killed me once. If you want to kill me again, go ahead!"