Surprise! Bang! Wallop!

His touch against her back steadied her, bringing some clarity through the thickening haze. Opening her eyes, Meg’s gaze lingered on nothing before finding Nairn. I won’t kill him because unfortunately you still need him. There was a cold, clinical way with how she spoke. Equally unnerving was the wide, ill-meaning smile that emerged.

I’m going to return the punishment, see how his wrinkly back enjoys a taste of his own medicine. The contrast between the coldness of her voice and the uncanny smile was a staggering switch Meg wasn’t often pushed to. She didn’t lose her cool often, even rarer was when she chose violence as a form of rebuke.

He’ll be in caught up in vines. Squeezed. Then I’ll beat him, just as he did that defenceless girl and afterwards… Afterwards I want a bath. And a massage. Am I clear, or do you need to step in.

@Nairn