Lilith's POV
I've been sitting in this isolated cold room for hours and hours. I didn't even know why I was here. They should have left me in my cell where it was at room temperature. I actually fell asleep waiting on these bastards to come in. Suddenly, the detective who arrested me opened the door and I made me jump in fright. My eyes were still swollen and red from the lack of sleep. I cannot sleep in prison.
He walked over towards me. Not even a hello how ya doing? I wondered. He made sure that the cuffs were tightened and properly attached to the bottom of the table in front me. "hello Lilith. Your victim will be interviewing you now do be on your best behavior and maybe just maybe, we'll let you go." he warned pointing at me seriously. I nodded at the good news.
The person I never expected to see walked in timidly. "Oh so now you're a f**King Saint" I snickered glaring at her deviously. If stares could kill she we would be 6 feet under by now. I HATE HER. She is the reason why I'm in here. "be nice you little-" the detective warmed but was interrupted by Emily. "it's ok. she has all the right to be angry at me" Emily softly halted at the detective.
She pulled out the chair and took a seat in front of me. "oh trust me, you don't wanna do that. Bad idea" I laughed at her sarcastically. She had fear in her eyes. I could hear her heartbeat 300 bps. I cackled like the demon I am.
She listened and stood up.