What she encountered when she stepped out from behind the curtain were two men ...
One of them had a camera ... While his partner held what looked like a gun!

And the gunman lost no time in pumping a slug into her navel!
Cassandra reacted as though she couldn't quite believe what had just happened to her ...

Her shock was only momentary and all too soon the pain coursed through her ...

The gun was of a low caliber and so the bullet's impact wasn't enough to knock her off her feet ...

But then her legs buckled and Cassandra howled in agony as she sank to her knees ...

There hadn't been a sound in the room other than Cassandra's grunts and groans ...
The photographer was busy with his camera, but being electronic, it operated virtually silently.
It was only now that the man handling the gun spoke for the first time ...

"Ya want I should put anther round inta her, Pete?"

Good Heavens! No!"

"Whatever for?" Came the reply.

"Yours was a perfectly well-placed shot!"

"Wull ... She seems t'be sufferin' - kind of - an' ..."

"I thought it might be just as well ..."

"T'give 'er another round or two ...
T'put 'er out of 'er misery, so t'speak ..."

"Why, Biff! You Old Softie, you!"

"But, no! By no means! No!"

"Cassandra's suffering is what makes her squirm around the way she does!"

"And that of course, is what the audience pays to see!"

"So that's why you had me pop 'er in the belly-button?"

"I've got customers who demand it ...
And that way she lasts longer too ...
Hell ... The girls don't last long enough as it is ...
That's why I've never shot a video that is over two minutes long!"

"And Biff? Another thing ... The name's Peter ... Not Pete!"