Topic: Confessional

Aretha

Date: 2009-01-13 23:17 EST
Slouched in the highback chair that suited a sterner posture, Aretha squinted at the honey sunlight pouring in through vertical blinds and shabby curtains. "Look, I don't know him", and that's when she received a cold eyed stare and the first time the set of clippers had been presented to her. Her wrists were taped behind her to the chair.

"We didn't date. I only saw the guy when I served him coffee", she went on, glancing pointedly at the clippers looking back to her captor, affecting a nonchalance.

"Cut me if you want. I don't care. You'll see I have no part in it. Nothing for me if I lie and you know it!"

The slim man with the dark hair and thin mouth narrowed his gaze and turned, pressing the clippers into the pocket of his pressed suit of darkest brown.

"You're free to go. Let yourself out"

And with that, he was out the door, closing it discreetly with that arm trailing behind.

Aretha yelled a storm until a passing hobo heard. After being rescued, she treated him to an apple pie at Lucky's.