She seemed to get angrier with every hour spent in my company, and I was worried I’d have to face the brunt of it very soon.
We don’t want a repeat of 2.8 around here, but it seems more likely by the hour… I don’t think Bitch’s anger will manifest in quite the same way if we get to see it, though.
“She’s awake,” Tattletale called out. I hurried to the kitchen, leaving Bitch where she was.
Sophia time.
Our captive hadn’t budged an inch.
“She’s sitting there, pretending to sleep in the hopes that we’ll say something. It would be clever, might even work, if I wasn’t here,” Tattletale said, with a bit of a wry tone.
Hah, nice.
Shadow Stalker’s head rose and swiveled as she surveyed the full extent of her bindings. Then she glanced at us.
“Shit, they totally do know my weakness.”
After a long pause, she spoke, “Electrical cords.”
“Strongly advise you to avoid using your power to pass through them,” Tattletale answered, “And in case you’re thinking of dropping straight down through the floor, don’t. We’ve got extra lying under the chair.”
Nice.
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