“So, you aren’t going to give me any relevant information?”
Sae stared at you acidly from across the table. This interrogation had been going on for what felt like forever now. Your body was sore, and you weren’t sure if the cold creeping through your veins was because of the room or the abuse you had suffered so far. Her menacing brown eyes tore into you, demanding that you say something, but you kept your silence. Her eyes narrowed in response, a sneer turning her lips down.
Knock knock
Sae’s expression soured even more. She whipped out of her chair to open the door, sure this was another attempt to undermine her position as lead on the case. The chair clattered loudly against the floor, sending a loud SNAP! through the room. She yanked the door open, thoroughly pissed.
“What do you want.”
She said it as flatly as she could muster, but it still came out sharp and threatening. You saw her from behind, a swath of gray against a dull background. Even in your stupor, your eyes couldn’t help but drift down. Sae was really filling out those tight pants. You shook your head, trying to keep your mind sharp. Boots were crashing against the hallways. For some reason, a significant number of officers were fleeing the building
“Something is happening with the director. People all around the office are dropping. They’ve requested as much support as possible. Looks like you got your wish, Nijima; you’ve got him for the night. Lock up after you’re gone.”
Message delivered; he bolted away as well. He didn’t even wait for Sae to respond. She paused for a moment, dumbstruck, then turned her attention back to you.
“Well. It looks we can take things a little more slowly.”
She walked over to the chair, grabbing it to set it right.
What happens next?
1) The chair falls over, having been broken in Sae’s rage, but that gives her an idea. The two of you are going to be sharing your chair.
2) Sae wrestles you to the ground to let out a little of her frustration at your silence.
3) Sae's been on her feet all day. She hucks you off the chair, then she moves it so that your face is right where her bare feet will be.
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