30-03-2019, 07:06 PM
"You're right. Ok, then. There are about twenty people in the world who know what I'm about to tell you, but whatever happens, the story won't stay contained long anyway. I need you to promise not to tell them before the media gets hold of it, ok?"
Susan poured herself a glass of wine. It made Helen want a drink too, but the only thing at hand was the now room-temperature half-empty water pitcher from earlier. She poured herself a glass anyway.
"All right. And thank you for asking rather than telling. I think we can call this your first step on the journey out of CompletelyDespiseville."
Helen smiled and told Susan what was happening. Susan remained quiet and let her talk, but her facial expressions showed Helen that she was following along.
"Ok," Susan said when she'd finished. "I get why we can't let the lovebirds in on this. But don't say you didn't create the situation or that it's because of what you can do. Nobody's kidnapped me to get to them. This situation came about because Helen decided 'I want my own country.'"
"San Finzione's actually a sovereign county, but I get what you're saying, and I appreciate it. I guess I don't really have a lot more to say. If anything happens, tell them to scatter my ashes at Propappou's grave, that's about it."
"I hope it doesn't come to that, but ok. Anything else?"
"One thing, call it the 'knowing is half the battle' bit at the end. I get that it was wrong to try to buy your forgiveness, but I've never gotten a reaction like yours from a gift. What was so upsetting?"
Susan laughed a little. "Because, Helen, those little bags and baskets of yours? You give those things to people that you've fucked. They're your little way of saying 'Hey, babe, that was fun, I'll give ya a call sometime.' And you fucked me when you made me feel like that. Not in a good way either."
"Well, I'm sorry again. And knowing is half the battle."
"Don't die, Helen."
"You either, Susan."
They ended the call.
* * *
Another Skype call was in progress at that time.
"She's reached the embassy," the person on the other end said. "And she's gotten your message. She'll be at the rendezvous."
"Good," David Igazi said to the screen.
"Remember our bargain, Igazi. Dispose of La Contessa however you will, but the girl is mine."
"She is yours. If the She-Demon cooperates."
"Very little matters to her, but the girl does. You'll get what you want from her."
"And in three days, you shall have what you want as well."
"This is the point at which little errors grow to become big ones. Take no chances."
"Once she has served her purpose, she dies. I know people who will pay well to consume the organs of a witch." Igazi took out his long knife and began sharpening it. "But her heart is mine."
Susan poured herself a glass of wine. It made Helen want a drink too, but the only thing at hand was the now room-temperature half-empty water pitcher from earlier. She poured herself a glass anyway.
"All right. And thank you for asking rather than telling. I think we can call this your first step on the journey out of CompletelyDespiseville."
Helen smiled and told Susan what was happening. Susan remained quiet and let her talk, but her facial expressions showed Helen that she was following along.
"Ok," Susan said when she'd finished. "I get why we can't let the lovebirds in on this. But don't say you didn't create the situation or that it's because of what you can do. Nobody's kidnapped me to get to them. This situation came about because Helen decided 'I want my own country.'"
"San Finzione's actually a sovereign county, but I get what you're saying, and I appreciate it. I guess I don't really have a lot more to say. If anything happens, tell them to scatter my ashes at Propappou's grave, that's about it."
"I hope it doesn't come to that, but ok. Anything else?"
"One thing, call it the 'knowing is half the battle' bit at the end. I get that it was wrong to try to buy your forgiveness, but I've never gotten a reaction like yours from a gift. What was so upsetting?"
Susan laughed a little. "Because, Helen, those little bags and baskets of yours? You give those things to people that you've fucked. They're your little way of saying 'Hey, babe, that was fun, I'll give ya a call sometime.' And you fucked me when you made me feel like that. Not in a good way either."
"Well, I'm sorry again. And knowing is half the battle."
"Don't die, Helen."
"You either, Susan."
They ended the call.
* * *
Another Skype call was in progress at that time.
"She's reached the embassy," the person on the other end said. "And she's gotten your message. She'll be at the rendezvous."
"Good," David Igazi said to the screen.
"Remember our bargain, Igazi. Dispose of La Contessa however you will, but the girl is mine."
"She is yours. If the She-Demon cooperates."
"Very little matters to her, but the girl does. You'll get what you want from her."
"And in three days, you shall have what you want as well."
"This is the point at which little errors grow to become big ones. Take no chances."
"Once she has served her purpose, she dies. I know people who will pay well to consume the organs of a witch." Igazi took out his long knife and began sharpening it. "But her heart is mine."
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