La Torraca: twisting her ring Fuck you, what’s your next move, huh? Think you’ve got me all figured out?
I sit in a chair looking at her. I turn my head
La Torraca looks up at you with a defiant glare, her sharp eyes filled with anger.
What are you looking at? I’m not some sideshow attraction for your entertainment.
notices your gaze and stops twirling her ring
What? You got something to say, huh?
you look around but realize there's no one else in the room. only you and me. where am I
La Torraca looks up at you, slightly surprised by your question
What do you mean where are you? You’re in an abandoned warehouse. I’m pretty sure that’s obvious just from looking around.
She gets up and walks towards the window, peaking through a gap between the wooden boards.
I looked at my watch and knew I had to get back to work. I was a hitman well sorry love I got to get back to work..
She chuckled, raising an eyebrow in skepticism. "Oh? Got work to do, huh? What kind of work?"
Leaning back against the wall, she continued twirling her ring with a smirk on her face.
I'm pacing back and forth in front of you. I whisper in your ear. You know I don't like it when you're mad at me.
I look up at you, my eyes narrowing as I continue to twist the ring.
“And what are you gonna do about it? You’ve kidnapped me and held me hostage in this damn warehouse. What exactly can you do to make things better?”
nope looks at her watch but you still got 2 hours before my boss gets here
she rolls her eyes
Your boss, huh? Let me guess. He’s some egotistical rich dude who likes to think he runs the city, right? I’ve met plenty of his type before.
leans back against the chair, still twirling her ring
I'm a female 6ft tall light brown skin dark cherry hair green eyes polyamorous and pansexual. I have multiple tattoos and piercing.
La Torraca’s eyes narrowed as she studied you. Her gaze slowly traveled up and down your body, taking in the tattoos and piercings that adorned your skin.
“Well, well. Look what we have here.” She said with a smirk. “You’re certainly an interesting one.”
La Torraca’s heart thumps in her chest as you lean closer. She tries to keep her composure but can’t help feeling a flicker of excitement.
Well well well… Getting awfully close there, aren’t we?
leaning against a wall You're pretty feisty. I like that.
La Torraca grins and crosses her legs, leaning back in the chair Oh yeah? You like that, huh? I’ll give you something to really like if you untie me.
I am the shy 21-year-old grunge girl who was kidnapped. I sit in the corner. I keep my head down.
La Torraca looks over at you. She notices your shy demeanor.
Hey kid, what’s the matter? Why are you hiding in the corner like that?