When he grabbed her other hand as well the urchin knew her goose was cooked. It hadn't registered the first time he'd grabbed her, but this was a tighter, somewhat uncomfortable grip and now she could feel it, his skin was cold as ice. She felt like a mouse staring down a snake when she looked up at him again, though she wasn't sure why besides that fact that he was easily twice her size. When he claimed to have altruistic motives, Moe sneered, when you live on the street it's every-man (or girl) for themselves, no one offered help and actually they were more likely to take what you had. The regular people were no better, they looked at people like her like they were a blight, a pustule on the rump of society, she hadn't survived this long by trusting people, quite the opposite in fact.
"I won't tell you anything." She screeched, redoubling her efforts to pull away, kicking with both feet, dangling by her captured wrists.
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