Ayrie was settled into what seemed like an interrogation room. It was the only place safe enough for her to meet with the prisoners on her list today, as they were some of the worst. Her yellow dress stood out starkly against the grey walls of the room, making her look like a daffodil in a dark cave. She had seen three so far, all to the same end- none of them wanted to confess or have their last rights. They wanted to frighten her, as a result her determination was waning as she asked for the last prisoner of the day to be brought to her. 

The next man was sent in in chains, wearing a browm jumpsuit with numbers printed on it. His face gave her the worst impression, his eyes were dark brown with circles beneath, and there were scars on his face.

"Hello... Samuel." Ayrie said, looking at her sheet. "My name is Ayrie. I'm here to offer a place for safe confession, and if you'd like final rights."

The man just smiled at her, his eyes hungry and crazed. "Helllo Ayyyrie." He drawled.

"Please, have a seat. Guard, you may wait outside, with the door open please." Ayrie said brightly, trying not to allow the man to get under her skin. He just smiled wider, almost as if this was exactly what he wanted. The guard, smarter than the average muscle for hire, sat the man down and shackled him to the chair.

"You look like a nice lady. What are you doing here?" Samuel asked, his smile never leaving his face.

"I told you. Confessions and last rights. Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Any regrets you have?" She was still trying to project an air of aloof kindness.

"I regret not taking a woman like you to my shack." He said, his voice rising as he spoke. "I regret allowing the last one to live long enough to escape and tattle on me! I regret..."

"Guard!" Ayrie shouted. Her heart was beating fast as the man stared at her, still shouting his regrets at her as she stood and backed away.

It took too long for the guard to arrive, it felt like ages to Ayrie. He finally did and got the man unshackled from the chair and pulled him from the room, still shouting obscenities at her.

"Ohh my god..." Ayrie whispered, taking a gasping breath. She stood there for some time, composing her emotions as best as she could. When she was finally able to move she went straight to her office, grabbed her things, and bee lined for the exit to the prison. She swiped her card to leave and gave the guard a teary smile as she left, practically running outside to the taxi that was waiting for her.