What is it that makes Olivia buzz? Drabble written for an "Addiction" challenge.
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It seemed as if she'd waited her life for it—this rush, this need acknowledged. She was terrified and grateful. She held the moment as close as she held the body in her hands. She tightened her fingers around the wrists, pressing herself against her captive's back, both daring and challenging movement.
"You don't wanna fight it, sweetie," she snarled.
Muscles tensed, a futile protest that excited her. She would hate this as much as she wanted it. The adrenaline receding, she snapped the cuffs closed and pulled him up. Her now quieted heartbeat marked time until the next perp.