Calmly...at first

"So," the leader says after a while, "what do you say?"

Ice-cold fear and a sick feeling that escapes definition take over for a few seconds before something else replaces them, something far more familiar.

And it makes you smile.

Your previously pale expression is now the perfect mask of serene calmness as you send a warm, gentle smile toward the two thugs standing almost within arm's reach.

"Well," you start, "I would like to say that these charges are all trumped-up. That I'm not even capable of performing something so violent to anyone, much less a defenseless girl, and not because of the sexual nature of the crime--that simply wouldn't happen. But just the **** itself, because I'd like to say I'm not someone prone to any form of ****." You smile just a little wider and chuckle a little. "Of course, if I said that, I'd be lying to you...because I am." Your eyes turn venomous as you start to pace. "It's a side of me very few people know about, mainly because I don't let it out often. Why?

"Because my parents were the best and wisest people I've ever met, and they taught me to curb and channel those tendencies. The anger, the rage...to take all of that and channel it inward, to store it all up and wait..." Your smile widens even further, and they're both starting to look unnerved by the mad look in your eyes. "And then, when the time is right--" you come to an abrupt stop, eyes narrowed in fury as your right fist clenches, "--release it."