"talk to me and i might cut you a deal" the beautiful black haired, blue eyed woman across the table says, with no attempt to disguise her contempt for you.
"i dont know anything about it" you protest, truthfully.
"dont give me that bullshit, i know you held up the bank" she shouts at you.
"but-" you start, before noticing the smile on her face (she knows i didnt do it, you think. she knows, but im still here)
"if you wont confess by yourself. we have ways of assisting she coos maliciously, before walking out of the dark, bleak interrogation room, locking the door behind her and leaving you by yourself.
while she is gone you remember hearing rumours about your interrogator. her name is justice, you recall; and she punishes men for no reason. just then the door reopens. it is justice and she is carrying a large black leather box. she locks the door behind her and walks towards you before putting the box on the table before you.
"are you ready to talk?" she asks plainly
"i have nothing to say" you reply.
"then i shall make you talk" she whispers leaning right into your face so you can feel her warm breath on you |