The Dessert Eagle felt massive, even awkward in Marks grip, and just as he grabbed it he tried to pass it back “Ok, I held it, now put it away.â€? He said, pushing the gun back towards his friend. “No, no, noâ€? Taylor shook his head “you need to hold it, really hold it, you need to point itâ€? Taylor gestured with his thumb and forefinger as he spoke the words, mimicking a gun and firing it off. “Point it at the doorâ€? Taylor said, lifting Marks hands so the gun pointed towards the open door frame. “You can even shoot it, see how powerful you feel, like in the moviesâ€? Mark was beginning to shake, he always got nervous when he was pushed into something he didn’t want to do. Taylor had a grip over him, he always seemed to find a way to get Mark to do the things he wanted. “Common, Just pull itâ€? Taylor whispered.