Just a project
First off this story is not complete! depending on how people respond to it I MAY finish it. Any Criticism would be much appreciated may go into more details later on but yes... tell me what you think and if you would like to see this continued
"Let's go over this again." said the rugged slightly gruff sounding Doberman police officer who had an irritated bark in his voice.
"I was headed home from the bar after having a little too much to drink and stumbled to the stairs of my apartment building. " the perfectly shaped husky said with a slight whimper in his voice, "I was helped up by the strong paw of my neighbor."
"State his name for the record." The Doberman said rough while taking a pencil and tapping it against the tape recorder on the end of the table.
I looked at it "Marcus," I said quickly, "he's a Rottweiler that has been living next to me ever since I've lived there. He's the owner."
There was a rather long silence and I took this time to inspect the police dog. He wore the regular attire of a policeman; the officer shirt, the cap, the starched pants with black leather belt, but what really caught my attention was his black leather biker boots. They had small studs lining the front to hold the steel portion on and bore the markings of someone who had been wearing them for many years. The Dobermans nametag read "Daniel" but did not have a last name. His shirt formed perfectly to his body and revealed a well toned body that even a sculptor would feel obligated to marvel at. His pants were tight and, in certain aspects, hid nothing.
I felt his eyes on me and looked up meeting his gaze. His eyes were hidden, but I could make out a spark of cockiness from the brim of his hat and from his somewhat devilish grin.
"Then what happened." He asked placing a hand on my knee
"He helped me to the elevator where he closed the elevator doors and pressed the button for the basement." I stated my voice wavering slightly
"The basement?" Daniel asked still carressing my leg, it felt warm and comforting after the ordeal
"Yes," I continued," When I said 'I'm on the third floor' and reached for the button he tried to grab my wrists and wrench them behind my back."
"What did you do?" asked Daniel. I began to feel him squeezing my knee it oddly felt gentle from the rough looking hands of the long time police officer.
"I elbowed backwards hoping to hit him anywhere, but he just slammed my wrist against the wall and with a click my hands were handcuffed together."
"Did you give up fighting?" came the officer's voice again. His tone sounding different and his hand paused on his knee.
"I tried," I said, "I threw my shoulder into his chest and he fell for a moment, but where was I to run in an elevator?!" My voice went harsh and my paw clenched trembling remembering what it had been like. "He pulled out a knife and pushed it against my back calling me his little bitch." I shuddered at the sound of the word reverberating off the walls of the room.
Daniel stood up and pressed a button on the intercom saying in a stern voice, "Bring in two colas."
He sat back down and said "We're going to take a break Chance."