Our heroine takes a little note on her clipboard.
"Tell me," she asked, "Where do you position yourself, in this world?"
"Uh…" Cave stuttered, "Well, that's kinda hard to picture…"
He slumped backwards in his beanbag chair. A gentle itch was scratched on his forehead. He stared at the ceiling, trying to piece together an answer.
"We haven't got much time, to be honest."
"Now that—" He's simply stuck.
As if something's overtaken her, she wheeled towards him in her computer chair. With a fake smile, she asked sarcastically.
"Yes, sir? Please— give me your answer."
However, instead of giving her one, he was weirded out at this turn of a mood.
"Wait, what? You sound different today, Caroline."
"I think it's you." She whispered to him, one of her hands gripped him by the collar as she leaned down to his chair. "You are not going to piss me off again."
"Hey, hey, hey," He tried to placate her by attempting to remove her grip on him. "I understand you're having a bad—"
She dropped him and broke his arm, then delivering a blow to his face. She then forced him in a headlock against the ground.
"Ah!" He coughed as his face turns white in horror. "Just let me go!"
"Only if you let me." Her voice turned demonic and unforgiving. The aura that's surrounding her grew larger, and much darker. She slammed him on the chair she sat on, then tied him up. He daren't object or move.
She stripped naked, and found the windbreaker that went well with her dark undershirt. With her hair curled and ironed through, a little dress complements her outfit. Lastly comes a pair of leather boots that made a rather loud noise when it contacts the ground. She's a changed girl, and she knew it.
It will be when she started to paint her nails did the hostage dare initiate a conversation again.
"That looks… nice." He tried to calm her down.
"You want a shot at this?" She mockingly clawed at his face, "Legend has it that it stings… just like the character in the book I once read when I was younger. I didn't think this will ever be used, but, well, you know."
"Caroline…?" She slapped him across the face.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Johnson." She replied.
"But if you need me," She gently kissed him on the lips.
"I'll be on my way."
He fell silent as she exits the room, her boots reaffirming the fact that the scene that had happened by constantly emitting a noise that's almost as real as her inner demon calling out to everyone else.
The door closes behind her.