A little fly trapped into her web - Part 2 (Defeated by her) (Patreon)

Tracer breathes relieved when Widowmaker removes her foot from her chest and stand above her, even thought she is still pointing the gun at her. Her own gun.

-Widowmaker: You said you would do whatever I want. Didn't you, little fly?
-Tracer:...Yes...?
-Widowmaker: What I want is pretty simple. I want you to stay still...

Widowmaker says as she turns around and quickly sits on Tracer's face.

-Tracer: HMPF!
-Widowmaker: And let me use your face as my new seat. 

Tracer tries to remain calm, but as the time passes and her need for air increases, so does her panic as widowmaker doesn't give a sign she is getting up anytime soon. She starts shaking her legs as she pointlessly tried to turn her head, but when she lifts her hands and moves them to try to grab widowmaker's hips and lift her, she is interrupted by a cold metal piece touching her forehead, and she realized she is under the aim of her gun again.

-Widowmaker: Keep your hands to yourself, little fly. You can shake those legs all you want, but I want you to be a good girl and keep your hands down. Do you understand?

Tracer obviously can't answer that quastion, but she lowers her hands, making everything pretty clear for Widowmaker.

-Widowmaker: That's better. 

Then widowmaker lifts herself a little bit, allowing Tracer to suck as much air as she can with her mouth wide open.

-Widowmaker: That's right. Breathe, little fly. I don't want you to pass out just yet.
-Tracer: Why...are you doing this...?
-Widowmaker: Because I like to. And since you're wasting your breath, and the opportunity I gave you to breathe by asking questions...

She says right before dropping the weight on her face again.