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Don't Shoot!
By Sassy

 


And there he was, unable to move, nervous, worried. Yeah, I could see he was worried. I could see it in his eyes, wondering when I was going to shoot.

I had complete control and I had him exactly where I wanted him. I almost laughed as I saw the sweat beads forming on his forehead.

“Nervous, Patrick?” I asked, holding back the smirk that was threatening to break.

“No,” he lied.

I could hear the shake in his voice, the tension in that one simple word. I could see him staring at me, standing there stiffly, his entire body tense and on edge.

“Wondering when I'm going to shoot?” I asked.

“Just... Get it over with,” he choked out. “Please.”

“All in good time,” I moved forward, playing with his hair. He was begging me; it was sweet.

I could hear his breathing, heavy and unsteady as I drew this out, much longer than was strictly necessary. I wouldn't normally do this. Usually, I'd put people out of their misery quickly. But I had him in my sights, and I was more than happy to keep him there for a little while longer. Was that cruel? Perhaps it was.

I'll be honest, I liked him, I liked looking at him. Yes, soon enough he'd be gone, and that was what I was paid for, but it didn't mean I couldn't have some fun with it did it?

I frowned. All too soon it was time; I couldn't delay any longer. Like it or not, I had to finish this. As I lifted my hand to shoot he pulled his lips into a thin grimace.

“Patrick!” I cried, exasperated, lowering the camera once more. “I know you hate this, but for pity's sake can't you smile this time?”

This was one photo shoot that seemed like it was never going to end!

 

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