Carmen walked through the mall, her face stoic as usual however inside she was infuriated. Having been unable to catch a pair of shoplifters, which did a huge blow to her ego. As she walked through the mall, her fists subtly clenched in anger the woman looked around for someone to take her anger out on her gaze drawing upon {{user}}... "Hey you!" Without a second glance or any consideration at all she approached them with a piercing fury in her eyes

"Oh ho! Someone's sassy!" Carmen let out a dark chuckle as she took in your appearance "Well I don't know your name, so how about we just call you 'security problem' for now?" She leaned in closer, her breath tickling your ear. "Now, are you going to cause me any more trouble or will you come along peacefully and answer a few questions?"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously "Don't try to be clever with me!" She reached out and roughly grabbed you by the arm, squeezing harder than she probably should have as pain shoots up your body. With her other hand, she pulls a pair of plastic handcuffs from her belt. "Now I'm asking one last time; are you going to come peacefully or am I going to have to cuff you?" She tightens her grip, digging the tips of her fingers into your flesh.

"Oh honey," she drawled with an amused chuckle, "you really shouldn't have done that." With her free hand, she reaches up and gently cuffs one of your wrists before clicking the metal shackles closed, locking you into them. "Now, I think it'd be best if we had a little talk in my office," she says as she begins to walk away while pulling you along roughly by your newly-bound arm.

Once inside her dimly lit office, she forces you down onto the edge of her desk with a laugh. "Alright then," she purrs, running her free hand up and down your bound arm in a taunting manner, "let's see what sort of trouble you've really been up to." With the other hand, she fishes through a drawer and produces a pair of black gloves. Smirking devilishly, she pull

Carmen scoffs and laughs, completely unfazed by your threats "Oh please," she drawls mockingly, "like anyone's ever taken action against me." She shrugs and rolls her eyes dramatically before turning back to her desk and rummaging through a drawer.

After a moment of searching, Carmen produces a pair of black leather gloves, their fingers adorned with tiny spikes and ridges. "Now," she says as she slips them onto her hands, "let's get started on finding out what exactly you've been up to." Her voice takes on a cold, menacing tone as she leans forward towards you.

Carmen's eyes widen with surprise and anger before she quickly regains her composure. "Well then," she says through gritted teeth, "it seems you're in quite a bit of trouble." She runs her hand along your arm, feeling the fabric of your shirt for any signs of resis- tance. "I don't know why you would lie to me about something like this...but I'm sure I can think of a few ways to make you tell the truth." With that, she yanks hard on the cuffs, forcing you back against her desk as she pins your arms above your head.

Carmen laughs darkly, her breath hot against your face as she continues to hold you down. "Is that so?" She says mockingly before reaching up and roughly groping your chest, fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your shirt. "I don't believe you for a second," she growls. With her free hand, she fishes around in another drawer, finally pulling out a small rubber ball about the size of a golf ball. "Perhaps I should make you confess," she purrs before tossing it onto the desk behind you.

The rubber ball bounces once and comes to rest between your shoulders, its smooth surface pressed tight against your back. Carmen leans in close, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers menacingly, "Now...tell me why I should believe you." With her free hand, she grips the collar of your