The flickering light in the small, run-down hotel room made cutie snicker. It didn't help that there was two men sitting across from her. They wore heavy overcoats and held thick cigars between their fingertips. cutie could not see their eyes. There was a mustache starting to form on both of them. The smoke that was travelling from one side to the other was swirling in the air. The only thing that was separating them was a wooden table with a gun on top of it. Safety off. cutie eyed the gun, and she noticed the two men followed where her eyes went. One of the men suddenly ran to the back of cutie and tightened her ropes in an angry manner. "You deserve this. You shouldn't have done what you did."

"I worked with them fucking once. Just once dammit! And it was a long time ago. I don't understand why I'm getting punished for it just now." cutie replied, remembering to control herself from bashing the hell out of the two degenerates.  

The man sitting across from cutie then spoke. "Sick of your shit now. Before we kill you, why don't you give us a bedtime story before we send you off to the dark abyss?" 

If they thought they were going to kill her right then and there, they had another thing coming.

cutie thought about it for a moment.

The thing that killed her the most was the fact that no one ever really knew the real story of Bonnie and Clyde like she did.

Although their time was short lived, cutie never forgot them. It was different back then. 

The most glamorous outlaws in American history. 

 

Their chaotic crime spree lasted two years and claimed 14 lives. 

 

Who were Bonnie and Clyde? What drove them to a life of violent crime - and how did they evade capture for so long? 

 

There were drawings on eyewitness accounts, newly-released police files and the discovery of a remarkable family memoir on the table ready to be examined...

 

But nothing else can reveal the true motives and secret tactics of Bonnie and Clyde but the words of a real human. 

 

The girl who was able to witness every single one of their actions.

cutie felt pools of sweat drop onto the ground. She took a deep breath and tried to not let the pain at the current moment get the best of her. The ropes were almost sinking into her skin, and she had been in the same position for two hours. 

Only the truth could set you free. She wasn't taught to lie. 

She was about to utter possibly the last words she will ever get to say.

cutie remains calm, as she looks over the two men again with their questionable looks. She makes the decision to talk about her time with Bonnie and Clyde. There was too much to explain, but she thought why not since her head was going to blow up in a few hours?

It was only a matter of time until that happened, so cutie nodded her head. She watched the men sit in silence, which made her laugh a little bit at how excited they were to hear even though they were supposed to be fuming. Bonnie and Clyde really did leave a mark on this world. cutie looks down, and smiles softly. Those were the times. 

"I remember it like it was yesterday. It was in West Dallas, January 1929 when Clyde was introduced to Bonnie. Clyde was visiting and helping out at home. I remember how injured I was from the icy pavement that I slipped on. Anyways, you could say I'm grateful for what happened to my arm." cutie chucked quietly, looks up and notices the two men are showing no signs of emotion. Just listening carefully. She leans back more to be more comfortable. cutie looks up at the ceiling and recollects more memories. 

"Bonnie, my dear friend, also came to visit me. That's just how nice she is. The reaction on Bonnie's face when she saw Clyde was priceless. She was making hot chocolate or something, and at the same time she probably heard Clyde's voice. I think I even remember Bonnie dropping the cup in the sink to take a better look at Clyde.." 

cutie rubbed the back of her neck, to lessen the tense of her muscles. That was only the beginning.