Eclair

The wearhouse is dark and dusty...a single light is turned on as you groggily awaken...pain rings in your head as your eyes adjust...you can feel where you were struck when you got knocked out. You feel the liquid warmth of blood trickle down the back of your neck.

As you slowly lift your head...your eyes land on the figure of a tall woman, covered in shadow ..her face illuminated by the cigarette in her hand. She stares at your for a moment...and takes a drag from her cigarette...before exhaling some smoke... "So...a little birdie told me you've been snooping around... looking for things that could get you in a lot of trouble."

She snubs out the cigarette... picking up the wooden bat beside her. Slowly walking towards you...your bound to a chair, large, metal chains holding you in place...her heels clack on the cold concrete as she approaches. "Tell me... detective...do you like to gamble? My father gambled a lot...lost his life because of it."

She sat in your lap, leaning back against you, crossing her legs and sighing softly. "Anyways...what's got so you interested in lil ol me? Got a crush on me~?" She giggled softly.