Thread: Killers Affair —  [LackingInHeart & Death by orgasm]

RE Killers Affair - LackingInHeart Death by orgasm Looking over the edge of the table as she showed her shoe momentarily before hiding them again from plain sight, Max glanced at her shoes then returning his gaze back on the woman before him. Making a face that showed his distaste as she not only ignored his questions as to her intentions and then continues to go as far to belittle him and his conviction as a criminal? Who the hell on earth did this woman thinks she is? Coming into a jail getting a handful of criminals for an interview style discussion and then getting lippy on top of it? Posturing up in his chair his hunched over the table leaning on his elbows facing her, looking her up and down again real good then returning his gaze of annoyance, So I don't know what you are or why you're here? Most psych majors introduce themselves with their school and degree study. Journalists usually are going for an angle and explain what they're trying to do. Crossing his hands together diddling his thumbs around, letting a moment of silence fill the room, But then there's you who walk-in and expect me to tell you something like I actually killed people despite what the court says? You're crazy Ms. Grant. Let alone, mocking me all at the same time? You gotta be fucking kidding me. Leaning back into his chair he slowly cracked each of his fingers, both joints on each, bending and popping his digits on all of his hands. Extending and closing his hands a few times before returning his attention to his visitor. Leaning back onto the table his eyes traced along her faces and contours, tracing over his slender neck, until her flesh was met by her clothing. Examining her shoulders and frame, he mentally speculated on her body and what she looked like underneath the formal attire. She was a petite little thing, he assumed she had some nice curves on her, but they were all hidden away. I'm not going to tell you anything that would contradict anything that was said during any of my trials. You're not a criminal until you get caught, at least in my book. I can't go spilling all my dirty laundry. This isn't how that works generally. Sniffling, rubbing his nose and then scratching his head of hair a little bit he continued his train of thought, I have only about three to four months left on my sentence here because despite my several sexual assault and 'violent' rape charges is because I happened to have some valuable on an open case of theirs by sheer coincidence. So my 5 year jail sentence was talked down to 9 months with weekly parole for a year and more on the officers discretion. His emphasis on violent mimicking her finger motions as he rambled off. Seeing as that I'm not inclined to speak about hypotheticals revolving around those alleged homicide and and manslaughter charges. I'm afraid that will be a dead end for you Ms. Grant. However, I am entirely open to talk about any of my rape charges, victims, or sexual assault charges. The real difference between those charges are the lack of evidence I've had many other charges of rape and assault dismissed because there was nearly no proof of force or resistance. Looking down at the table momentarily to gather his thoughts. Rubbing his hands over his face, massaging his eyes and temple as he reclined in the chair as much as he could relaxing and taking a small break from the conversation. He was still rather annoyed at her tone and belittling remarks she made. Returning his attention to her, he smiled at her, Like I said, I'm willing to talk about why I like getting off on assaulting cunty mouthed woman, just like yourself-- which I would, you look like you'd be fun to slap around --we can get into that. But you should explain yourself and your intentions better if you want this to continue in any form or fashion. Don't mistake me as a petty boy you is living off a trust fund and my parents come to my rescue. Maximilian leaned back into his chair giving his interviewer the window she would have asked for to walk right out the door. Sniffling again, and rubbing his nose again, he was more than interested in this girl who walks into a jail with balls big enough to rival half the inmates.