Peaches woke to the same cherry stink as before, except it was a mix of vanilla and cream.
Her back pressed against a wet plaster. Like she was some fish girl trophy that fell onto some wooden flimsy floor. Her whole body ached like some jackass had reeled in her, all to tire her out, all in order to captive her alive and valued.
Nonono.
Her niece suffered that humiliation, but she went Amber Death on that poacher but now, who’d go Amber Death for her?
That empty echo echo echo … she had to. For herself. Prove she wasn’t as pathetic as she felt.
She was in a small room. Only the opposite side was broken open. Only a window was open. Not a broken wall. The fishy smell, as much as it still turned her stomach, despite her nibbling that sweet sweet forbidden apple a while ago, the fishy smell was far weaker now.
The light was faint. Fainter than her hope of surviving this mess unscathed.
She’d have to apologize to everyone for being so pathetic. Especially as the one and only Amber Death.
Ruby would just love it. How the Amber Death was out done by the Ruby Reapist.
Only Sunshine wouldn’t. She’d just be disappointed again.
And that would hurt the worst.
But Roo … let’s not think about him. He made her heart race for reasons stupid and stupid and even more stupid, and she knew some of it was artificial, enough to make her want to curl and wail for that stupid idiot to rescue her, but she chose this mess, in a sense, so …
No.
She was a familiar. His familiar.
Roo would not hesitate to humiliate her if she kept … nonono.
Focus.
She opened her eyes.
All she could see was a crazy bright window. The rest of the room was so dark the window’s light blinded her.
But the sky outside was, had been rosy pink. What happened to the coming storm?
Peaches didn’t hear any thunder. Had she been unconscious through the storm? How? It should of been incredibly bad.
More than enough to wake her up several times over.
“By tiiime you woke up,” some girl said, “Really. Making me wait thiiiis long.”
“I …” Peaches said, and blinked and … everything went black?
No. Her eyes. They wouldn’t open now. She tried to force them open. They wouldn’t budge. Really. Her arms, her hands were too weak to even rub them open, and no matter how much she tried … they wouldn’t open now.
“Now trying to make me wait longer?” the strange girl said, “Reeeeallly?”
“My eyes …” Peaches said, “Why won’t they open?”
“Maybe I need to pluck them out for you,” the creepy girl said.
“Nonono,” Peaches said, “I … my hands … what did you do to them?”
“What a witch should do to her rival,” the creepy girl said, “Making the Rouge Reapist wait this long … the nerve. I should of killed you off again, but I have a few questions, and you better answer – or elssssse.”
Her wrists uck! Suddenly, something slim and cold coiled tight around them. Squeezing them tighter than stone shackles. The stink of serpent grew even stronger.
Gut wrenching horrible.
Peaches clenched her hands into fists. Her fingers felt her fingerless gloves.
A simple spell should free–
Sunshine cried. “Peaches don’t!”
“Sunshine?!” Peaches said, “I–”
“Angler asps react to magic,” Sunshine said, “I’m right next to you. They’re around my limbs and neck. Yours too.”
“They we all die together,” Peaches said, “Again.”
Rouge cackled. “Nope. Just you and your precious Sssunshine.”
Peaches tried sniffing he air for Sunshine. For her lemonade scent but … no. Only got Rouge’s cherry stink.
A stink so strong it was like Rouge herself was stabbing Peaches’ nose.
That familiar clink clink clink of that vampire viper bitch’s stiletto dagger thigh boots against wood as flimsy as her morals … and Peaches just knew that bitch would wear a minidress even skimpier than Peaches, all too out do her in every front possible, including pathetically flimsy undies, which meant, Peaches and her pointy boot.
Kicked right up between her legs.
Deflowering that slut the sicko way.
Rouge’s shriek.
The perfect note to Peaches song of victory.
Until Rouge landed on her knees over Peaches’s leg.
And revealed it was Sunshine with blue eyes gone serpent and wavering … then back to their normal sweet selves.
Her face, twisted with pain, but also … relief?
Sunshine whimpered. “Thanks, Peaches, Rouge, she … she …”
And passed out.