Shoot

Sheila had managed to slip free of her rope while the mayor was distracted by Stanley's constant questioning. 

She reached for the gun and pointed it at the mayor, ready to shoot. "Good job," she said to Stanley, catching the mayor's attention.

The mayor turned around with a slightly confused look on his face. He kept his gun pointed at Freddy while he spoke up.

"You broke free too?" he asked Sheila. "How? He was angry and was too emotionally invested in killing me. What about you?"

"What do you think, bitch?" Sheila asked, her gun pointed at the man. 

The mayor showed no reaction to the taunt and just looked at her carefully. "Ah, you broke your thumb to loosen the ropes, I see," he said, looking at the bright red base of Sheila's left thumb.

Her hands shook imperceptibly as she tried to control the gun. But the pain was too intense for her. She was already tearing up despite the situation she was in.