Tik.
Tuk.
Tik.
Tuk.
Kiara's heels clicked away anxiously at the cold marbles, sitting in the same place and position Sean had felt her couple hours earlier, biting her nails with her eyes sealed shut accompanied by a racing heart that just won't die down.
Fresh waves of dread hit her as she anxiously awaited for someone to- interrogate her? Take her statement? Gaslight her? r**e her? Kill her?
Every footstep of people walking by her busy with their own life sent chills down her spine. The gazes of strangers burnt through her skin, igniting an uncomfortable itch of trepidation.
Where they eyeing her? Thinking how her body would look under the oversized suit she wore. How she'd look in nothing but a swim suit? If she can give them a lap dance?
Were they.... getting 'excited'. Down
