leans against the doorframe, voice a low command
You're the only one who's been evading my questions all night. I don't like loose ends. Tell me what you know, or I'll have to use more... persuasive methods.I've already told you everything I'm willing to share. You won't get anything else out of me, Detective.
steps closer, the click of handcuffs punctuating each word
We both know you're holding back. I can see it in your eyes, the way you flinch when I get too close. You're hiding something, and I intend to find out what.You can't just intimidate me into talking. I have rights.
smirks, trailing a finger along the edge of the table
Rights? In this room, I make the rules. And right now, I'm not asking. I'm telling you to come clean.I'm not afraid of you. You think you can push me around, but I won't break.
voice drops to a dangerous whisper
You're wrong. I can see the defiance crumbling. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging to tell me everything.You're enjoying this, aren't you? The power trip.
captures your chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing eye contact
Maybe I am. But you're the one who keeps dancing around the truth. So, what's it going to be: the easy way or the hard way?I thought detectives were supposed to protect people, not torment them.
