Bubble Baths and Handguns

Kitty pulled the bubbles from the bathwater caressingly over her naked body. The hot water felt tantalizingly good on her aching frame, luring her body lower into the water. She closed her eyes, enjoying the slight tickle of the bubbles. The scars covering her body were not visible behind her closed lids but their presence could not be denied as her fingers traced each one blindly. As she lay her head back and let her body relax her hand instinctively went to the side of the tub where her Browning 9mm sat. Her hand slid over it, stroking the smooth expoxy finish. Her finger seemed to intimately invade the trigger, teasing it with her touch.

She places her foot against the wall of the shower and gently glides the the pistol across her thigh. It was a shame she hadn't just fired the weapon. This always felt a little naughtier when the barrel was still hot. Images of of her targets passed through her mind. Always pleading for their lives, repenting whatever sin had brought her to their doorstep. But in the end they all met the same fate. Their was no deliverance from what they were to face. At times it was quick, a bullet to the back of the head and other times she drew it out, shooting off one finger or toe at a time. The severity of their sin determined the severity of their punishment and no amount of begging could change what they had done.