She won't shoot you. She doesn't have it in her.
From Create Your Own Story
"You won't fucking shoot me," you say. You're feeling particularly evil. You take a step forward and she shakes the gun, tears spilling from both her cheeks.
"I will!" She yells, but her voice is cracking. You reach out and grab the gun by the barrel. Her hands begin to shake. "I will shoot you!" She screams.
You pull the gun to one side by the barrel, and her hands fall free of it. She crumples to the floor, sobbing now. You laugh, as you turn the gun around and point it in her direction.
