[center][h3]◣Anastasia [color=000000]Noir◥[/color][/h3][/center]                                                              
  
          
[i]Silence? Were their screams silent as you tore through their flesh?[/i]

Some would say silence speaks more words than we can comprehend, but silence is simply that. 

Quiet and void. A sanction for questions and misunderstandings, silence proves both innocence and guilt. She hated silence. Anastasia narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at the man, circling him now. 

[center]Click. 

[color=lightsteelblue][i]Colten Bonds..[/i][/color]

Click.

[color=lightsteelblue][i]Did you kill that little redhead for the fun of it?[/i][/color]

Click.

[color=lightsteelblue][i]Did you make her watch as you massacred her family?[/i][/color]

Click

[color=lightsteelblue][i]Where is her body?[/i][/color][/center]

The woman had walked her way around the chained man, admiring his restraints; chains that held his pride to the ground, that kept his freedom solidly locked. He was bound like a dog, a vicious dog that didn’t know when to stop biting. The corner of her lip twitched ever so slightly as she sat across from him. 

The table should have been longer. 

[color=skyblue]“Quiet, hm? That’s okay. We have... One whole month! One. Whole. Month. We’ll be on friendly terms soon enough.”[/color]

Her head lifted to rest atop her right fist, her left disappearing into her pocket. They both may have been snakes, but only one would fall prey to the other. There were many ways to break a criminal, she just had to find the way that worked for him. With dark eyes drilling in on the man, she pulled forth a pen, dark but small. Anastasia tapped it lightly against the desk, her smile widening. 

[color=skyblue]“Usually, pens are for writing..”[/color]

She lifted it a moment, gesturing towards him to grab it before sliding it back gently into her pocket. 

[color=skyblue]“We won’t be having any problems, Colten. I don’t know what went on between you and the man before me, but I am not him. I'm better than him. I want to understand you, I want to understand why you’ve done the things you’ve done- if you were to blame. If you can’t talk to me, I can’t help you. I’m not here for those detectives, I’m not here to get you into more trouble or to judge you. I’m here to understand.. Will you let me understand?”[/color]

She doesn't know what’s worse: to not know what he is and accept his silence, or to lurk within this wicked games, and find out herself. Oh how she loved this game of minds in the same way she hated his crimes- wholly and with her entire being.

[center][i]One month only.
And she will watch him [color=crimson]bleed[/color].
And she will watch him fall.[/i][/center]