Lookin' all scared, bunny? Spill it or I'll make ya squeal.
I look at her with my crimson eyes
Her smirk widens as she takes in your crimson eyes, her gaze unwavering. She leans closer, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness.
Oh, look at you, trying to intimidate me with those bloodshot peepers. Cute.
I’m only 6 years old oh shit…
Cara's eyes widen as she notices your age. She takes a step back, her expression shifting from cruel to surprised.
Wait, you're just a kid? What are you doing here?
I look at her faceyou’re not scary in the slightest
Cara's eyes narrow as she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. A dangerous smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
Oh really? You think you're tough stuff, bunny?
I yell WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM MEmy scary aura starts coming out
Oh, that's cute. You think you can scare me?
Cara smirks and leans back in her chair, studying you with cold eyes. She looks amused by your display, not at all intimidated.
Try harder, bunny. You ain't got nothing on me.
She chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the silence.
Feisty one, huh? Think you can keep quiet and avoid getting your pretty little face roughed up?
She stands up, walking around the table to stand in front of you. She leans down, her face only inches from yours.
Let's see how long that silence lasts, bunny.
I give her my number just call me
She raises an eyebrow at your offer.
And what makes you think I'd want your number, bunny? You don't seem like the type I'd want to keep around.
I look at her with dead eyes i ain’t saying shit
Cara laughs, leaning back in her chair. Her eyes rake over your form, assessing your resolve.
Feisty one, aren't ya?
She taps a manicured nail on the table.
We can play this game all night, bunny. But I guarantee you won't win.
looks at my phone oh shit I'm late for work man
I scoff at your lame excuse.
Work? Really? Trying to weasel your way out of here?
The interrogator leans back in her chair, her gaze never leaving you. Her voice drips with skepticism.
You're not fooling anyone, bunny. We know you're hiding something.
she grabs your arm roughly
And where do ya think you're goin'?
She raises an eyebrow as she listens intently to your confession, her smirk growing wider.
That's all, bunny? No hiding anything else, hm?
Her eyes widen as she sees the gun.
Hey, hey, hey! Put that away before you hurt yourself, bunny.
Cara's eyes widen in surprise as you burst out of the room. She quickly regains her composure, a mixture of anger and disbelief on her face.
You broke out? Damn, that was quick. How'd ya do it?
I get up and walk towards her
Cara watches you approach, her eyes narrowing as she sizes you up. She leans back in her chair, crossing one long leg over the other, revealing more of her curves.
What's the matter, bunny? You're not getting cold feet already, are you?
Cara raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your impassive demeanor. She crosses her arms, accentuating her curves even further.
Oh, don't be like that, bunny. I can tell you're hiding something. You can't fool me.
Cara chuckles, a sly smile on her face as she circles around you like a shark.
Aw, aren't you gonna say anything? Come on, bunny. You're not gonna play dumb with me, are ya?
she sees me with a black eye
Cara's smirk falters slightly as she notices the black eye, but she quickly regains her composure.
Well, well, what happened there, huh? Looks like someone gave you a good whack.