Writing Collection

Poison

I was seething with rage.
My hands shook as her words played over and over in my head like a broken record. My sweaty palms were clenched in rage as I looked into her cold gray eyes.
Suddenly the food in my mouth tasted like dirt. How dare she?
She reached out to me but I flinched. Her touch was poison to me. Each of her fingers might as well have been dripping lethal poison that could kill me in an instant for the way I reacted.
"Hey.." She cooed in her faux sweet voice. "Calm down, hun."
I swallowed the urge to punch her right then and there. "Shut up." I growled in a low voice. "No. You know what I want and you know I'll do anything to get to it. So.." She got up from her seat and sauntered to me. "Let's make this easy for both of us.." She cooed.
"And no one will get hurt."
She stared into my raging brown orbs with her steel like ones.

I hate her.

I hate her so much and her filthy family.
If we were the last two humans on earth I still wouldn't breath in her general direction. If I were locked in a room with a criminal that did lots of horrible things and I had a bullet in a gun, I'd shoot her.
There was absolutely no way that I'd tell her what I knew. I was sent here by the agency because they knew I wouldn't give in to her manipulative antics. I knew she was just smoke and mirrors, when push came to shove she was all bark with no bite.
I wouldn't tell her a thing. I might as well been a rotting corpse six feet under since she wasn't going to get anywhere with me.
She narrowed her eyes at my determine filled ones.

"Fine." She snapped.

She catches on quick.

"If you won't tell me.."
She lit her lighter.
"I'll just force it out of you."

She smiled her cruel smile and brought it closer to my face, the warmth getting awfully close to my skin.
"Now is your last chance. Tell me now or die." She smirked, thinking I was going to answer.

"Burn in hell." I spat at her face.

I smiled toothily as I was engulfed in flames.

Mission complete.