Claire's POV
It was almost too easy to kick her down the remaining steps, flatten her onto the marble stairwell ground, and twist her arms behind her back like fragile Barbie arms. Too easy. Either she was letting me do all of this willingly, or I had gotten too strong for them to handle. I'd like to go with the second one- but you can never be too sure.
She grunted as I clicked my teeth together.
"Honey." I purred. "If I were you, I'd start spilling the beans. The whole rice and chicken too." I say to her gently, applying a slight pressure into her wrist. Anymore force and it'll break- which is exactly what I will do if she doesn't open her mouth and talk.
"Go to hell." Are the first words that come out of her mouth. The second words are a bit muffled seeing as I proceeded to shove
