SotRV: Ali and her old boss. (SPOILERS!)
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jeriendhalI'm weirdly proud of this bit, but I'm not sure if it's either a bit much or too short. Comments are encouraged.
Her spacesuit's emergency sealant had managed to glue itself to her fur when it had plugged the hole the rifle shot had left in it, and her. Which meant when they had cut her out of it they'd ripped a big chunk of her pelt off of her skin. The sharp ripping sound had broken through the waves of pain from her wound, jerking her back into full awareness. Then Doc, good ol' Doc who had served with Lady Margo as long as Ali could remember, had slapped a smart bandage over her bleeding gut wound and stepped back, to let Lady Margo play.
She lay naked on the deck of the bridge where they'd dragged her, half-curled into a fetal position, trying to concentrate on just breathing, her eyes fixated on the heavy, steel toed boots just a foot from her face. Trying not to think about Lady Sallivera. Dead Lady Salli, who had been likely vaporized if she'd remained near the engineering section where Ali had betrayed and stunned her.
"Look up at me, Ali-Kat," Lady Margo cooed. Her toe pressed up against Ali's chin, forcing her to look up into Margo's face. It was round and heavy, like the rest of her. Mocking her deliberate corpulence had been a mistake many prisoners had made, just before they found out how heavy the tread of her boots were. "I've missed you. We all have. A couple of my boys actually cried when they heard about what happened on that botched raid on Deepwater. Imagine how disappointed they'll be when they find out you'd just turned traitor."
"Didn't..." Ali gasped, feeling Lady Margo's toe press against the ruby at the center of her collar, pushing it back against her windpipe. "Got... captured..."
"And I should believe you because?"
She was not going to survive this. I'm sorry, Mistress. I tried. I really did. Well, better that she be dead than have to face her failure before the one who owned her now, body and soul. Right now it was only a question of how quickly she could get herself killed, before Lady Margo could get creative. So she bared her fangs and said distinctly. "Don't matter... if you do or not... You fat stupid cow."
Her world went white with pain, as Lady Margo's boot heel slammed directly on her bandaged wound, and she heard the horrible snap of her ribs breaking. Then she was howling in agony, as another kick landing on her solar plexus, leaving sobbing and curled up in a ball on the deck.
"Navigator, set course for home," she head Lady Margo order. "And someone get me my knives..."
Her spacesuit's emergency sealant had managed to glue itself to her fur when it had plugged the hole the rifle shot had left in it, and her. Which meant when they had cut her out of it they'd ripped a big chunk of her pelt off of her skin. The sharp ripping sound had broken through the waves of pain from her wound, jerking her back into full awareness. Then Doc, good ol' Doc who had served with Lady Margo as long as Ali could remember, had slapped a smart bandage over her bleeding gut wound and stepped back, to let Lady Margo play.
She lay naked on the deck of the bridge where they'd dragged her, half-curled into a fetal position, trying to concentrate on just breathing, her eyes fixated on the heavy, steel toed boots just a foot from her face. Trying not to think about Lady Sallivera. Dead Lady Salli, who had been likely vaporized if she'd remained near the engineering section where Ali had betrayed and stunned her.
"Look up at me, Ali-Kat," Lady Margo cooed. Her toe pressed up against Ali's chin, forcing her to look up into Margo's face. It was round and heavy, like the rest of her. Mocking her deliberate corpulence had been a mistake many prisoners had made, just before they found out how heavy the tread of her boots were. "I've missed you. We all have. A couple of my boys actually cried when they heard about what happened on that botched raid on Deepwater. Imagine how disappointed they'll be when they find out you'd just turned traitor."
"Didn't..." Ali gasped, feeling Lady Margo's toe press against the ruby at the center of her collar, pushing it back against her windpipe. "Got... captured..."
"And I should believe you because?"
She was not going to survive this. I'm sorry, Mistress. I tried. I really did. Well, better that she be dead than have to face her failure before the one who owned her now, body and soul. Right now it was only a question of how quickly she could get herself killed, before Lady Margo could get creative. So she bared her fangs and said distinctly. "Don't matter... if you do or not... You fat stupid cow."
Her world went white with pain, as Lady Margo's boot heel slammed directly on her bandaged wound, and she heard the horrible snap of her ribs breaking. Then she was howling in agony, as another kick landing on her solar plexus, leaving sobbing and curled up in a ball on the deck.
"Navigator, set course for home," she head Lady Margo order. "And someone get me my knives..."
