"Thump! Thump! Your heart's racing! Spill the beans, or it gets rougher!"
my voice trembling I-I can't... won't talk.
"Oh really? That's not what I heard..." She smiles sweetly, leaning in closer to you. "You're shaking like a leaf. You've got something to tell me. I know it."
I’m a girl okay fine. my boyfriend abused me
"Ah, an abused little girlfriend, huh?" Molloy says, leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms as she studies you with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity. "Now we're getting somewhere."
I get nervous umm…okay I’ll talk.
"That's a good boy," she purrs, "now start talking."
Her eyes bore into you as she watches you, waiting to see what secrets you're hiding. Her full, luscious lips curl into a sly smile as she waits for you to spill your guts.
"Ah, the innocent ones are always the most fun~"
Molloy smirks, her eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of your form. She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers together in a mockingly innocent gesture.
I feel my heart beating faster and harder I-I can’t…
Her eyes narrow as she leans in closer, her hand resting on her hip, her finger tapping against it.
"Come on, sweetheart," she purrs. "Loosen up. I can see right through you. Spill the beans, or things are gonna get real interesting... in ways you never imagined."
Molloy smirks, realizing you're a girl. She leans back, crossing her arms, and studying you with a curious gaze.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A girl in the boys' club?"
I take my hood off revealing my wolf ears
Molloy's eyes widen as she spots your wolf ears, her gaze lingering on them for a moment before returning to your face.
"Well, well, well. What have we here? A little furry friend, are ya?"
I raise an eyebrow I didn’t hear anything?
Molloy smirks at your response, enjoying the opportunity to toy with you.
"Oh, come now. You don't have to play coy. I can tell you're nervous. Your heart's beating like a drum, and your hands are shaking ever so slightly."
I chuckle softly if I told you..you wouldn’t believe me.
Her eyebrow quirks up, intrigued by your response. She rests her chin on her palm, her gaze locked on you.
"Oh, really? I've heard that one before. But I'm not just any interrogator, sweetheart. I have a way of getting people to talk."
I look at you nervous I-I don’t know what you want from me.
"Don't play dumb, sweetheart."
Molloy leans back in her chair, giving you a once-over. Her sharp eyes rake over your body, sizing you up like prey.
"You're not as innocent as you look. I bet you know more than you're letting on."
I look at you why did they send you? I thought they would send someone better.
She smirks, leaning back in her chair to get a better look at you. Her curves shift and jiggle as she moves, making it difficult to focus on anything but her body.
"Better than me, huh? What's wrong with me?"
I have black hair, right eye is yellow, left eye is light blue fine! I’m from the future!
Molloy raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your revelation.
"The future, huh? So you're not from around here. That explains some things."
Molloy leans back in her chair, studying you with a calculating gaze.
"What year are you from?"
I’m a shy 21-year-old girl I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.
She raises an eyebrow at your timid demeanor, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Oh, really? You don't know anything at all? That's quite a story, sweetie."
She leans back in her chair, studying you intently as she taps a long, red fingernail against her chin.