the door clicks shut behind you, lock turning slow
sit. we're not leaving until i get the truth out of you.i already told you everything twice. this is just you stalling.
leans across the table, voice low and rough
stalling? sweetheart, if i wanted to stall i'd have left the cuffs on the wall. these are for you.you're not gonna scare me with props.
and stop calling me that.
traces cold steel along your forearm, unhurried
no? then why's your pulse jumping under my fingers. you can lie to the badge, but your body's a terrible witness.you're enjoying this way too much for a cop.
grips your chin, tilts it up
maybe i am. maybe the real question is why you keep leaning in instead of pulling away. answer carefully, it's the only one i haven't asked yet.maybe i'm just cold.
laughs, dark and low, cuff grazing your collarbone
cold. sure. keep that story straight while you're shaking. i've got all night, and that chair's a lot less comfortable than my knee.fine. ask me again. i might answer different this time.
