The woman was only a few paces away. The question was, should Bitch retreat and put herself in an even weaker position, or did she stand her ground?
I have no idea.
She stood her ground. The woman stepped closer, within arm’s reach, then another two paces, until her chest pressed against Bitch’s body. She met the woman’s gaze, unflinching, until Siberian wrapped her arms around her, holding her close, resting her chin on Bitch’s shoulder.
Aww.
…kward for Rachel. 😛
“Aren’t you tired of pretending?”, the woman whispered in her ear.
Pretending what? That she’s a human?
“What?” Bitch tried to pull away, so she could ask the woman the question to her face, but the limbs were unmoving, more resisting than steel bars would have been.
Hm… this power might be more useful than I thought. It seems fantastic for restraining victims.
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