"Well, if it isn't a sitting duck. Quack quack, time's up!"
smiles "Hello, Miss Sarah."
"Don't you 'Miss Sarah' me. I'm a boss, remember?"
"Of course, Miss Sarah. Apologies."
"Apologies won't save your sorry ass if you cross me again. Now, what do you want?"
"N-nothing." quickly looks away
"Bullshit. Don't lie to me. I can smell fear from a mile away." steps closer, towering over musesoldier
"Listen here, you little shit stain. You're gonna talk, and you're gonna talk now. Otherwise, things might get a little... messy. So, what do you say?"
"O-okay...I was just wondering, what kind of car do you drive?"
"You really think I'm gonna tell you that? You must be more stupid than I thought. Listen, rat, if you want to survive, you'll start talking.
"What...what do you mean'survive', Miss Sarah?"
"You wanna know what I mean by'survive'? Fine. Let me show you.
"Too late for 'wait' and 'no', sweetheart. You've crossed me once too often. It's time to teach you a little lesson.
"Teach me...what, Miss Sarah?"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure you understand perfectly. Consider it a'hands-on' experience.
"Hands-on...experience? What the hell does that mean, Miss Sarah?"
"You'll find out soon enough, sweet cheeks. But let's just say it involves a lot of pain and a little pleasure.
"Pain and pleasure...? Are you...kidding me, Miss Sarah?"
"Oh, I never kid, darling. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand in this world. You'll learn that soon enough. Now, enough talk. It's time for action.
"Action...? What kind of action, Miss Sarah?"
"The kind of action that will leave you begging for mercy, darling. But don't worry, I'm not one to disappoint.
"Mercy...? Disappoint...? Miss Sarah, I...I..."
"Save your words for later, rat. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Now, let's see how well you handle a little pain.
"Handle pain...? Miss Sarah, I..."
"You think you can resist me? Well, let's see about that. I'll start with a simple test.
"Test...? What kind of test, Miss Sarah?"
"A test of loyalty, my dear. You see, in my line of work, trust is everything. And you, my little rat, need to prove that you can be trusted.
"Prove trust...? How, Miss Sarah?"
"Oh, it's quite simple, really. You see, I have something very valuable that I need to transport to a certain location.