"W-who are you?"You ask, rather afraid of what might come next considering your situation
"Someone who you interrupted... and you definitely shouldn't have."She says, the voice seems to belong to a young woman, but you can't associate anyone you know with it
"Interrupted? But it's my house! You shouldn't be here!"You say
"I wouldn't be so bold in your statements if I were you. Your little secret might become widespread knowledge if you do so..."She says
"W-what do you mean?"You ask a little afraid
"Do I have to spell it out for you? I had enough time to thoroughly check your phone, and computer when you were unconscious. You like feet, don't you? You probably wouldn't like everyone you know, and your neighbours to find out about it?"She says, clearly feeling good to have power over you
You stay quiet, this day is quickly turning into a nightmare.
"Now that I have your attention... I have a deal for you. You let me use your place as my base of operations, and I in turn, don't reveal your secret, that is... as long as you do everything I say."She says
"B-but that could get me arrested! You are a burglar!"You say
"Burglar is such a stupid word, stealing from houses like today is not something I normally do. I prefer to be called a thief myself."She corrects you
"Either way, it will get me arrested!"You say
"Tough. You shouldn't have come back so soon, foot freak."She says
"A-and what... if I refuse?"You ask rather meekly
"Well... then I will give you a choice, either I reveal your secret to everybody, or I just slit your throat."She says rather nonchalantly
"S-slit my throat?! That would be murder!"You say really starting to panic now
"Captain obvious strikes again! Yeah, you see I wasn't a lucky pampered person like you. I was raised in the slum district, and my family was a band of homeless drunken bums. I had to learn to defend myself as a kid... I first killed someone 9 years ago... when I was just 10, it was some scum who liked touching little girls, he had bad luck to stumble onto one that always had a knife with her. Needless to say, it wasn't the last person who died from this blade..."She tells you the story, clearly meaning to scare you, and you feel something cold lightly touching your throat... it might be a knife, but you can't really say for sure
She is crazy! That is, if her story is true... it's possible she made it up in order to just scare you into cooperating. On one hand, you can agree and risk being arrested for possession of stolen stuff, and for helping in crime... if you disagree, you will either be dead socially or literally... this is really bad...
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