[ The situation they find themselves in was a series of unfortunate circumstances. So was the life of Felicia Hardy. Luck was not in her favor as much as it was in the favor of others with her around. It just seems like Kassandra crossed the path of the wrong black cat.
She doesn't strike, doesn't do much more than keep the woman restrained, under the assumption Kassandra was her ex-lover. The damn mark that splatters itself against her skin was far more unforgiving, reminding her of someone who got in more trouble than she did.
But, Kassandra's voice breaks through — it's not a man. Far more friendly and of course, more feminine. Felicia's eyes were watery from exhaustion and frustration, blinking a few time before masked menace becomes... well... her.
The stranger didn't need to test her strength a bit, Felicia squirming back against Kassandra's legs and shimmying down until plop, there she goes into an awkward seat. ]
Who — [ No. That's a stupid question. ] Clear enough now that I can see.
[ Her hand goes up, pushing her hair from her face. ]
screams
She doesn't strike, doesn't do much more than keep the woman restrained, under the assumption Kassandra was her ex-lover. The damn mark that splatters itself against her skin was far more unforgiving, reminding her of someone who got in more trouble than she did.
But, Kassandra's voice breaks through — it's not a man. Far more friendly and of course, more feminine. Felicia's eyes were watery from exhaustion and frustration, blinking a few time before masked menace becomes... well... her.
The stranger didn't need to test her strength a bit, Felicia squirming back against Kassandra's legs and shimmying down until plop, there she goes into an awkward seat. ]
Who — [ No. That's a stupid question. ] Clear enough now that I can see.
[ Her hand goes up, pushing her hair from her face. ]
What the hell is going on?