Simone sat tied to her desk chair while Vincent tightens a bandage he made around his leg.

Simone:... So... what's your goal here?

Vincent: Get away.

Simone: Eh, fair enough I guess...

They sat there in an awkward silence for a while.

Vincent: Shoot you...?

Simone looks to him.

Vincent: Why...?

Simone:... heh... Wouldn't you like to know.

Vincent: I would, and if you know what's good for you, you'll answer.

He says, brandishing his gun.

Simone: Well you would be down your only hostage, but what would I know?

Vincent: I need you alive. You can survive a couple injuries.

Simone: Oh yeah, right. Well first off, I don't care-

He smacked her with the back of his gun.

Simone:... Ow. Second, nothing you can do to will will scar me any more than I already am.

Vincent: Ohoh, I beg to differ!

He pulls a dagger from his pocket.

Simone: Look dude, if you're that nosey just take the keys from my pocket and look in that room over there.

She says, motioning her head towards the door where she kept her food suply.

Simone: I just ask that you let me write a note before I die.

Vincent, not listening, pulls her keys out oger her pocket.

Vincent: Which one?

Simone: Let me point to it with my nose.

The man held up the keychain and she pointed the key out to him. The criminal moves the boxes out of the way, unlocked the door and opens it. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again.

Vincent: You're a murderer... like me-

Simone: Cannibal, actually.

He twists his head to face her.

Simone: Human Flesh is like a drug. Once you try it, you're never really able to stop craving it.

She let's her head fall back.

Simone: I started by killing a couple people who forcibly came onto me. People just can't seem to keep their hands to themselves. Started saying I'd agree to fuck them just to get them into a better place for me to off 'em.

Vincent:... I started by killing my old school bullies. They made my life hell, so I took theirs... I killed their families, no whitnesses. I killed anyone who got too close, I wasn't gonna go to jail. I even killed other prickheads like them that I came across...

She kicks her chair, rolling over to her desk.

Simone: I found out something pretty neat. Untie me and I'll show you.

Vincent: You'll run.

Simone: I'm not in any real danger here. I don't care if I'm beaten or cut. What would I be running from?

Vincent:...

Simone: This room is the only one without a camera... well, except the bathrooms but, that was obvious... I have a plan. One we could both benifit from.

Vincent:... Go on...