It's about four o'clock in the morning and Zac has to get up soon to get ready for a morning radio show. He's still in your bed, but he's awake. He rolls over and kisses you again.
"I enjoyed that," he says. "And now I have to kill you."
You laugh, thinking he's joking. Until he pulls out the little gun from his pants pocket.
"Surprise," he smirks evilly. "I know who you are... Agent 437."
You gasp.
"You're.. you're..."
"Yes I am! I'm afraid I can't have you running around spoilling my plans, though. A shame. That was some really great sex. I'd like to do it more often."
He holds the gun to your head.
Hmm, guess you're left with a very important decision. Do you plead for your life or just let him kill you?