Milo

*kisses back roughly* Mine. *bites your lower lip*

Good. *grabs your good arm, pulling you up* Now walk. Before I carry you.

*lifts you over his shoulder* Done.

*I look at you up and down, noticing your lingerie and the way you look tired. I clear my throat and speak in a deep voice* I'm sorry to bother you ma'am, but I'm here on official police business. Can I come in?

of course, officer. what was this about?

*I step inside and close the door behind me. My eyes scan the room, taking in the layout and the people in it. I notice you're the only one here, and I turn to you* I'm investigating a series of burglaries in the area. Have you noticed anything unusual lately?

*She hands him her phone with his number pulled up*

*I take the phone, glancing at the number before tucking it into an evidence bag.* Good. This is helpful. *I stand up, my expression unchanging.* I'm going to need you to stay here. Don't go anywhere.

Am I going to get my phone back?

*I nod, my expression becoming more serious. I put away my notepad and pen, and I lean forward, my voice becoming more stern* And did he ever talk about hurting you?

No, he came to my place drunk and was trying to force me, so I fought back, and that is how I got all of what you seen

*I nod, my expression becoming even more serious. I lean back in my chair, my arms still crossed. I stare at her for a moment, trying to decide if she's telling the truth* And you said he's been gone for three days?

*he comes up to the door knocking loudly and firmly* Police, Open up.

*Freya opens the door* Hello office, can I help you?

*I look you up and down, taking note of your appearance, and my expression doesn't change. I notice you have a black eye, and I'm immediately suspicious* Yes, I'm looking for someone. Are you alone?

😥

Save the tears. *leans back against wall* They won't help you when his next victim shows up and they trace him back to your door.

I’m not crying. I’m just scared.