"Lauren Geisel Bradford. That's your name, right?"
I just stare at him.
"Are you listening to me?"
I look down at my handcuffs, and then at the gray walls of this square room.
He sighs, and slides three pictures across the table.
He points to the first one.
"This is you. These are your initials. Carved into this body. Why?"
I pull a little at the cuffs and lean further back into my chair, smiling.
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"Tell me what you know, and you'll be free to go.".
"You like doughnuts?"
I gesture to the plate of the half eaten treats in the middle of the table. He stares at me.
"That's besides the point."
"Answer the question."
His eye twitches, and I can see he's getting nervous. Perfect.
"Yes."
"Ever choked on one?"
"No."
"Would you like to?"
"Of course not."
"Then let me go."
He chuckles to himself.
"You my dear girl, are chained to a desk, that's bolted to the floor. You aren't going anywhere."
"You underestimate me."
"Do I? Or do you underestimate me? I have a lot of power here, you know."
He reaches out for one of the doughnuts.
"You should really stop eating those. You could get sick."
He bites into the doughnut and hums.
"Mmmm, it's so gooood."
He takes another two bites, and starts coughing.
"So... Cough...Uh...cough..."
I grin and whisper,
"Die"
Almost on cue, his face starts to get red and he starts choking and his hands go around his throat. I start to count.
"1..."
He drops to the floor and rolls around.
"2..."
He's barley breathing while his little seizure starts to calm down.
"3."
He stops seizing and throws up, right in front of me, still choking.
"Death is a horrible thing isn't it? Did you see the light, mister? You got to experience it first hand. You untie me now, I can promise you the safety of your two little girls."
He's blinking rapidly, still breathing heavily.
"How do you know...my family..."
"I've talked to them. They're very nice. Your nine year old is very witty."
"Y-you..."
"Un.Cuff.Me."
He sits up and pulls out a key. He sticks it in the lock, and it pops open.
"Thank you."
I stand up, rubbing my wrists, and look down at the helpless police officer.
"No more doughnuts. Ok? Ok."
I smile and he blacks out, his face landing in his own pool of bodily fluids. I screech.
"Yuck."
