Bitch frowned. Words that sounded nice, but that was all they were. Just words.
And we’re back to that phrase.
So you don’t believe her? Freedom, oh, freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’?
(Your priiison is walkin’ through, this world all alone.)
“I’m going to give you two presents, Bitch,” Siberian whispered. “One will be waiting for you when you go back to your… what do you call it?”
Her base?
It’s not gone, is it, as a misguided gift of freedom?
Bitch didn’t answer.
“Let’s call it your den. I like that.”
I mean, that works.
Siberian closed the distance to Bitch with a surprising speed, her steps less controlled, carrying her long distances forward as she zig-zagged over the flooded street. Before Bitch could react, or before the dogs could step in, she was next to Bitch, stopping.
Hi.
Siberian put a hand on her collarbone. Bitch was lifted into the air and pushed down into the water, soaked, landing hard enough that the air was forced out of her lungs.
Oof.
Sounds like Siberian is strong too.
Hm… I wonder if the rigidity is in part due to being far heavier than she should be, to match the mass of a tiger? That and a tiger’s grip.
As she struggled to breathe, Siberian whispered, “The second gift is special, a treasure for a kindred spirit.”
I’m still not sure this isn’t going to be a kiss.
Bitch coughed, struggled, but she couldn’t move the hand.
“As of this moment, you’re the only one to hear me speak and live afterwards.”
Huh, neat. That would explain why she’s on record as not speaking.
Wait. Is the doggo shooter still alive and conscious, or did Siberian’s eye-poking kill him somehow? Because if so, then he’s currently among those who have heard her.
She kissed Bitch on the forehead, like a mother would with a child.
I knew it.
I knew there’d be a kiss at some point. Though I was picturing it as being on the mouth, to Rachel’s surprise, but this counts.
Bitch tried to twist away, and only succeeded in getting water in her eyes and nose. She sputtered as she struggled to draw air into her empty lungs.
Careful, Siberian. Much longer now and that last thing you said could turn into a lie.
…
Although I guess she did say “as of this moment”, like it could change in the future. But trying to recruit a kindred spirit and then murdering them for no reason makes no sense.
Is this perhaps a preliminary test? To see if Rachel can get out of this herself?
When she could see again, Siberian was gone. Her dogs were looking up at a nearby rooftop.
Oh, okay.
See ya!