My hands, warm and sweaty while I hold my tool of destruction. Ice it, so it would hurt less. I stood by a minute or two applying ice to wherever would hurt. When the ice dissolved into nothingness, I put my weapon against my skin, gently adding pressure to it.
I couldn't do it.
I needed a short, sweet and painless escape, but I couldn't do it. I need a gun, either that or balls of steel.