Celestia and DealerAnon Pt. 32 (Also WIP)

(ANON)
(EVERYTHING IS WIP)
(THEY CAN SEE YOU)
(XXX)
>''So, what you trying to say, ese?''
>You wrinkle your nose, looking at the tied-up, passed-out woman in the kitchen cair with distaste
''I'm saying there's a better way to go about this, man.''
>Santiago chuckles, idly fiddling with the things in the kitchen
>''A better way? Really, ese? You expect her to believ that Jehovah's Witness bullshit you tried to pull? Ask me-''
>He picks up a kitchen knife, admiring the edge as the woman in front of you whimpers, her screams of protest growing louder
>''And I'll tell you this the right way, and this the only way.''
>You sigh and walk up to the latino, taking the knife from his hands
''She¨'s scared, man. She probably thinks we're gonna eat her or some sh-''
>As if on cue, the old woman screams
>Or tries to, anyway
>The length of hemp rope Santiago's gagged her with does more than enough to silence her
>You sigh again and run your hands over your face, turning to the woman
>Wearing your best attempt at a reassuring smile, you make sure to stow the knife in the back of your pants before opening your mouth
''Ma'am, we just need to ask some questions, and we'll be gone. Poof. As if we never existed in the first place, alright?''
>She stops struggling and turns her face toward you, her dull brown eyes boring into yours, silently screaming for help
>''Mmhmff.''
>Trying to force yourself through the panic evident in her eyes and behavior, you lean closer, your fragile grin growing wider
''We just want to ask you something. After that, we'll be gone. You won't ever see us again.''
>Her struggles have almost ceased
>Seeking to reassure her, you speak slowly, enunciating every single syllable with the utmost care
''We do not want to hurt you. We just want to ask you some things. After that we'll be gone.''