"You really should," she urged, sliding the box towards me.
"No, I really shouldn't," I told her, sliding the box back towards her, and continued onwards with my anxious rhythm, composed from the tapping of my mangled nails on the smooth obsidian countertop. I leaned over the counter and pressed the triangle on the speaker, hoping that the music would fill the awkward silences that she felt were essential to fill. She glared at me then, and pressed the pause button swiftly.
"Are you scared?" she questioned, as I glanced at her in annoyance.
"Of course not," I snapped, resting my head against the cool countertop. I felt the cold seep through me, easing my qualms.
"You are," she concluded, and I rolled my eyes, exaggeratedly.
"If you weren't going to take my opinion into account, then why did you ask me in the first place?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.
"Just to make you feel less uneasy?" she suggested, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Well you failed. Miserably," I informed her, grimly.
"Oh well. At least I tried. More than you can say for yourself," she shrugged again.
"They're ready," I heard a slow, masculine voice call out towards me. "Blackroom," he directed me. I nodded stiffly, and walked towards the glass doored room.
I opened the door slowly, which squeaked in complaint, making me shudder. I straightened up, and fixed my visage, as I walked up to the huddled figure in the corner of the room.
"Hello, Rob," I enunciated clearly, "here begins your interrogation. Compliance is suggested."
I brandished the pocketknife, as I walked towards him, my heels clicking against the marble floor. He looked up at me, his brown eyes coated in fear, and I crouched down next to him.
"But answers are mandatory."
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Bloody Hearts ✔️
Fiksi RemajaShe's been raised to be heartless. He's been raised to be ruthless. She feels trapped. He feels tied down. She is broken. He is bloody. They aren't perfect. They're beautiful. - - Adrianna has been leading the "Black Cobra" gang since her fa...
