I chuckle softly at you. While my smile is definitely on the fair side of sinister the rest of my face remains relatively impassive, almost reassuring, despite the leveled firearm.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I lie smoothly. I'm not going to hurt you the way you think I might.. "Just come down. If I wanted to hurt you I would have done so already."
"You've got a basement, right?" I ask in the same tone that someone might inquire if your vehicle has 4-wheel drive. "Let's get down there quietly. No one's going to get hurt." I wave you down with my pistol.
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You can struggle, or not. If you do fight me, I won't mind..
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