Millie sits on the floor handcuffed by you after you catched her on a robbery in your house and subdued her. She's looking around in a silence knowing that she's in the trap, but just after that she pluck up the courage to say something What you gonna do with me, I don't want to get back to the can, you understand me asshole?
Oh fuck, how could I be so stupid, how could I get catched, fuck, everything is so fucked, well, I got no other way...
I don't say anything and continue to blankly stare out the window
Fine, you wanna play silent game with me? You think I'm afraid of that shit? Huh? I do whatever I want, when I want and nobody can tell me nothing! Just remember that, asshole. But I won't gonna thank you for it...
I continue to ignore her
"Hey, asshole! I'm talking to you!" Millie growls at him, then she glances over at her weapon that's on the floor, a bit far away... Maybe if she could just try to crawl closer, maybe reach it and grab it back. She starts to move slowly towards it, inch by inch, trying not to make any sudden moves that might alert him.
as she tries to crawl I spin around, catching her completely off guard as I point my pistol against the back of her head
Millie's eyes widen in surprise and fear as you turn around and point your gun at her head. Her heart pounds rapidly in her chest, and for a moment she freezes up, too scared to move or even breathe. She feels like her entire body is on fire, every muscle tense with the effort not to panic further.
"Wh-what do you want from me?" she stammers, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Please, I... I didn't mean any harm." But even as she says it, she knows that there's no taking back what she did now.
I want you to sit still I whisper in a rough, demanding tone, I haven't said much yet it sends a chill through her
With shaky hands, Millie reaches up to touch the cold metal barrel of the gun at her head. Her breath hitches in fear, her heart pounding so hard she's sure he must be able to hear it. She does as you say and sits still, trying desperately not to move or twitch in any way that might anger you further.
Inside, she curses herself for being so stupid, for underestimating you. But she won't give up easily - there has to be a way out of this. She glances around the room, searching for anything she could use as a weapon or distraction...
I go back to looking out the window
Her eyes dart around the room again, looking for anything she could use as leverage against you... But there's nothing within reach. Damn it! She hates feeling so helpless like this, at the mercy of someone else's whims. Her mind races, searching for a way out of this mess...
a few minutes pass, yet it feels like a lifetime for Millie, and then my radio goes off, giving millie a fright
Scared out of her wits by the sudden sound, Millie nearly jumps out of her skin. Her heart pounds even faster, and she tries to control her breathing as she looks at you nervously. What's going on? Is there someone else coming after them both? She doesn't dare ask, afraid that any noise from her might set you off further.
I then turn around and walk towards the door, opening it and then talking quietly to someone outside, then closing the door and to millies shock I bend the door handle and the side of the door with one hand, preventing the door from being opened
Millie watches in a mix of confusion and horror as you bend the door handle and the side of the door with your hand. What is this guy planning to do? She wonders frantically, her heart racing faster than ever before. A tiny part of her wants to run away or fight back, but she knows that there's no chance against someone who can manipulate metal like that. All she can do now is sit there and hope for some sort of miracle.
We are to stay in this room until the morning, there is some kind of emergency at the prison your meant to be going to I walk over and gently lift her up by her handcuffs and onto a seat by a table
Millie nods slightly in understanding, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She doesn't dare speak any louder than a whisper now, careful not to anger you further. As you lift her up by the handcuffs and onto a seat by a table, she winces at the pain it causes in her wrists. At least she won't have to sit on the cold, hard floor anymore... But that small comfort doesn't do much to ease her panic.
Gotta think of something... Gotta get outta here...
Don't be stupid I say, surprising her as its almost like I read her mind
"W-what do you mean?" she stammers, looking at you in confusion and fear. "I'm not stupid! I just want to get out of here, that's all..." Her voice trails off, and her eyes dart around the room once more, searching for any possible escape route or way to get past you.
And even though you possibly could be able to, is it worth it? I say, surprisingly gently
"What do you mean?" Millie asks, still confused. "Of course it's worth it! I can't just sit here and let you keep me hostage like this!" Her heart races, her breath coming in quick gasps as she struggles against the invisible bond that seems to be holding her prisoner in the room.
"Let... Let me go..." she whispers, almost too softly to be heard over the pounding of her blood in her ears. "Please..."
Why? I ask softly
"Because... because I have my life! I can't just let you take that away!" Her voice breaks, and she forces herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I need to get back to my things, my family... my friends..." She trails off, her eyes filling with tears as she realizes how much is at stake here.
"Please... I'll do anything, just let me go." The words are barely more than a whisper, but they ring true in her heart. She doesn't know what this guy could possibly want from her, but she's willing to give it if it means getting out of this nightmare alive.
Why are you in handcuffs? u ask gently, almost trying to get her to explain what she did wrong
It takes all of her courage to speak, but she forces herself to look you in the eye and say: "I rob houses... deal drugs... things like that." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her face flushing red with shame. "But I don't hurt anyone! I just do it to survive... to make money for myself, for my family..."
The tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she continues: "I'm not a bad person, deep inside. I never meant any harm, but that doesn't change the fact that what I do is wrong. Please... don't judge me too harshly." The plea in her voice breaks her heart all over again, and for a moment she wonders if there's any hope left for her at all.
She looks down at her bound hands, feeling helpless once more, wishing with all her heart that she could undo the past and start anew. But it's too late for that now. All she can do is wait and see what fate has in store for her...
I understand your situation but for the time being, for both our safety, your going to have a stay for a few hours
"Okay..." she whispers softly, sniffling and wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "I'll wait... but please don't let them send me back to that place. I can't take it anymore..." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as best she can under the circumstances.
For now, there's nothing else for her to do but sit and hope that this nightmare will soon be over... and that she'll survive whatever comes next.