"This will be a lovely day~ Oh this will be a lovely day~" Olivia sang to herself while she worked to bundle flowers together. "Oh the pity and the sadness they will all a-wash away for today will be a lovely day~"
She finished making a bouquet of flowers. It contained an assortment of different species. Most were black and blue, and there were some yellow ones in there as well. The shapes of their buds varied tremendously.
Olivia set the bouquet down on a short table, then took a step back to look at the preparations she had made. Wood carving creations, boxes of chocolate, empty photo portraits, brochures to vacation spots, and other odd treats. She gazed over all she had out, until her head went past the table and onto a calendar on the wall. It was covered full of notes on different days.
"Alright, it's been four days since Locky's broken up with Crystal and she got taken away. It should now be fashionably timed for me to finally propose to be his girlfriend," Olivia said to herself. "Just need to avoid ruining the surprise now."
She took a brush and gazed into a mirror. Olivia brushed down every loose strand of fur on her, before spraying herself down with a bottle of perfume. For this day more than any other, she wanted to make herself perfect in appearance, or as close to as reality would allow. She took her sweet, sweet time in their pursuit with unerring focus.
After spending more than she needed to and then another ten minutes on top of that, her own extremely idealistic standards were met. Though before she could move on with the day, she spent a moment to reflect on where she currently was:
It might have been over four months ago that she first saw Locke, but it was love at first sight that never dwindled for her. Ever since then, she had sought to be his girlfriend, but could never quite do it. When Locke pronounced his love for Crystal, it hurt her, but never made her less determined. Now, she was confident that this had to be the day. Locke was finally free from that weavile and she got so many things ready.
For her, it had been an exhausting journey fruit with much despair, though it was one she not only hoped, but expected to pay off. With how strong her love for him was, it was unthinkable that there wouldn't be any in return.
She was capable of reflecting on the journey, yet self-reflection wasn't one of her skills. The haze of unreciprocated love blurred her thoughts too much for that.
It took some time, but she eventually withdrew from her room. Just as intended, her fur was crisp with every color standing out in their cleanest form, and each accessory: polished to perfection.
She walked with stride and held the bougette under her left glider wing. Olivia strutted down the stairs onto the main floor. Olivia had an idea in mind on where Locke would be at this hour, she'd been subtly watching his daily routine for who knows how long.
When she couldn't find him on the main floor, Olivia went to the downstairs lobby to look around, but even after minutes of looking, she couldn't find much. Only a handful of pokemon were there, none of which were the shinx she sought for. The ones that were there looked more on-edge then they usually did, but that was how they looked for the last two days as well.
Baffled, she searched around the basement some more, taking a look at the lock boxes area and other notable rooms, but had no more luck. She went back upstairs and began searching around there as well. Not knowing what else to do, she went to Locke's room and tried to open it. Curiously, it was locked, so she knocked on the wood a few times.
"Who is it?" she heard Locke's voice respond.
Her heart skipped a beat in excitement. "It's me! Olive!" she proclaimed.
"Dang it. Wait a second, let me get this," a different voice in the room spoke.
A few seconds later, the door was unlocked and pulled open. But it wasn't Locke on the other side. Instead, Tamin the minccino showed herself.
"What is it?" Tamin asked.
"What are you doing in his room?" Olivia questioned.
"He's still going through things because of what Crystal did to him. I'm helping him and giving him some therapy," Tamin replied. She looked annoyed, evidently she knew what kinds of mischief the emolga could get into.
"Well, get out of the way. I need to be with him."
Olivia took a step forward, but Tamin held her ground and raised a paw to stop her.
"No. If you have something to say, then just say it now. He's close enough to hear."
"No! It needs to be private!" Olivia raised her voice.
"I don't trust you in the least, Olivia. And you're not making that any better right now. I'll have to ask you to leave right now."
"Well if I can't be with him, then you shouldn't either!"
"What?"
"Get out of the room to leave him alone!"
"No, he really needs to be with people he can trust right now."
"He can trust me!"
"Not really," Locke interrupted.
Tamin turned her head to look at him, and Olivia leaned over to get a look at him over her shoulder. He was just laying on a pillow, looking sad and tired. Olivia was shocked.
"That's enough. Please leave now."
"Let me in! I need to be with him!"
"No. No you do not."
Tamin stepped back and slammed the door shut. A second later, it got locked. Olivia raised her paws and banged on the door a few times, loudly yelling "open it up!" at the same time. It remained shut.
"Should I be worried?" Locke's voice could faintly be heard.
"Probably not. The guild would give her hell if she broke down the door."
Olivia was watching her plans fall apart beneath her eyes. "No no no, this can't be how it goes. It can't!" she thought. She just kept banging against the door, so much so her hands started getting numb and visible dents were being made in the wood,
"What the heck is going on!" another voice came from Olivia's side.
Exhausted from all the emotion, she turned her head to see Sylveon in the hallway. "I need to see Locke," Olivia muttered.
"If he doesn't want to see you or open the door, then please respect that. Stop banging on that door now."
"No, it's not that he doesn't want to see me, it's that Tamin is keeping him from me," she blurted out.
"Wait, is Locke not in that room?" Sylveon was perplexed.
"No, he is. But Tamin closed the door on me."
"Is Tamin threatening Locke?"
"Uh, yeah! He is!" Olivia said.
"Step aside."
Olivia did as told as Sylveon walked up. As he drew close, the door opened back up again and Tamin showed herself once again.
"Tamin?"
"Don't worry, I heard the full conversation from this side of the door. No, I am not threatening him or forcefully keeping him at all. I'm just trying to give him company with someone he can trust, and I don't believe Olivia can be trusted with what," Tamin calmly explained, if a little annoyed. "In no way am I intending to harm him."
"This all true, Locke?" Sylveon asked while leaning his head over Tamin to look over at him.
"Yeah," he faintly said. "Please just leave us be."
Sylveon returned his gaze to Olivia. "I don't see any reason to believe there is ill will here."
"No, you gotta trust me! I gotta be with Locky and Tamin's keeping him from me!"
"I don't see any way I could investigate this further without being invasive, and I just don't have enough evidence to go forward with that." Sylveon detailed. "I don't want there to be another Crystal as much as you do. But I'm sure that's not what Tamin is."
"Thank you," Tamin said. "I'll trust that you have this handled and get back to this."
The door was closed yet again. The standoff between the emolga and the sylveon remained.
"What do you have against me?" she asked.
"You've had a bad history here of both setting up traps for Locke, and using attract on him without his consent before. So that's why I'm not trusting you."
"YOU'RE TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM HIM OUT OF SPITE!" Olivia yelled.
"Shhh, keep your voice down," Sylveon said.
"I'm trying to help Locke and you're stopping it!"
"He expressed he doesn't want you right now," Sylveon said calmly.
"He's being tricked to say that!"
"I'm really not seeing anything abusive here. And I have spoken with Crystal so I know what those look like."
"You're keeping me from him!"
Sylveon could sense when an argument was becoming looped. He let out a sigh before continuing. "Look, I'm not going to discuss this further, and I have to ask that you keep your voice down. I can calm you with my ribbons if necessary to achieve that. I'm sure you'll have times in the future to speak with Locke, but that is not right now."
Out of words, Olivia turned around and stomped away.
She went all the way back to her own room, and then slammed her own door shut. She grumbled towards her desk and violently threw all that was on it onto the ground. She then moved to a cabinet and slammed that onto the ground as well. She let out a yell as her tantrum continued. Screws, nails, woodcarvings, knives, and tools. Her room was quickly turned into an absolute dumpster
Eventually, she tuckered herself off enough to rest. "This is all that minccino's fault!" she thought. "If it weren't for her, I would have been able to get to Locky and become his new girlfriend! If it weren't for… her."
She lifted her head as she felt an epiphany come to her. "Crystal kept me from Locky, and she's gone now. Now Tamin is keeping me from her. So if I get Tamin out of the picture, then no one will be in my way anymore."
It all made flawless sense to her. Her anger diminished, and her mind began scheming. She stepped up and looked around her room- or at least- what was left of it. So many tools, so many materials, so many options. She'd been a hobbyist craftswomen for so long, so this could be when all that finally paid off.
So she set to work. First matter of business was to clean things up from her rather embarrassing temper tantrum. She worked with diligence to return things to order. After that, she could start with the insidious things. "Tamin is going to regret what she did."
The first plan that came to mind with her was to take a "revenge is a dish best served cold" methodology and wait a week or more before serving the minccino. But after only a few hours, that fell through when her patience got exhausted. She denied doing such prolongation when she had felt she had already waited far too long. Olivia planned for a hasty retaliation.
She did not get a wink of sleep that night. Every moment of every minute of every hour was spent with her mind racing with hopes and thoughts. A scene repeated itself in her mind to the point of ad nauseum, the scene of her being so hopeful when approaching the door to Locke's room, only to find that devil Tamin was gatekeeping the door and barred her entry. Slamming the door in her face. Then when Sylveon came along, she used her silver tongue to smooth talk him down. That was how Olivia's mind remembered it transpiring, so that is how it repeated in her recollection. Throughout the night, her room's gaslights became the only illumination, straining her eyes red.
When the sun eventually broke over the horizon, she finally stepped out of her room. At that point, all her normal stamina had long gone from being awake for so long. It was only the raw force of contempt that kept her body running like a revenant.
Throughout that day, she stalked the rooms of the guildhouse like a predator and the walls like a gargoyle. She spied upon Tamin and wherever she might be, keeping her distance far enough to be undetected even from Tamin's big ears. Whenever Tamin did turn her direction, she wordlessly walked away in the least suspicious way she could. She was searching for an opportunity, a time when Tamin was alone and she could strike. This task proved difficult, as almost every second she had was spent with Locke, as if the two were conjoined. In the sparse occasions they would be separated, Tamin was either locked in her room or near oher pokemon that would serve as witnesses. Oh well, this made Olivia miffed but not deterred, she'd just keep watching and waiting.
Even when Tamin and Locke departed on a mission, she stayed at the guild to wait for the exact second that they would return. She knew there'd be consequences for those who skirted out of work, but confronting those consequences could wait. For today, she had far more personal business to attend to.
Tiredness would inevitably return to her, but she forced herself to stay vigilant. As the sun would drop below the horizon, she would finally find a pay-off for her diligence.
From behind a corner, Olivia watched Locke and Tamin next to a set of doors. At first glance, it was just like many of the other interactions they had that day. But it was their words which set this one apart.
"I'm going on a jog to clear my head before bed. Do you want to come along?" Tamin asked him.
"No, I think I just want to go to bed for the night," Locke replied.
"Alright. I'll be back to you soon enough, don't worry," she reassured.
"Cya…"
"Jackpot," Olivia thought.
She watched as Tamin opened the door to walk out of the guildhouse, whereas Locke began walking towards his own room. They had separated.
Olivia skulked to take a different exit from the guildhouse. It might've been night, but the light of a full moon made things visible. It only took a few seconds for the emolga tiredness-strained eyes to refocus and see what was transpiring. She saw the minccino again, dashing away. Olivia began sprinting, then leapt into the air and began gliding. She was in dead pursuit.
While minccino were exceptionally fast, Tamin really wasn't putting it all into it. It was really just a walk with extra effort put in, not a full sprint. As a result, Olivia caught up to her from above. She closed her wings to descend from the sky and dramatically land in front of Tamin.
Tamin flinched when she saw something suddenly land in front of her. She stopped moving forward, and even took a step back.
Olivia lifted her head and turned it to look at Tamin, dead into her eyes, into her soul. Olivia's eyes were strained from being well over twenty-four hours awake. Contrasted against the pale blue moonlight, they looked burning red. Likewise, she saw red as well.
"Hello, Tamin," she said, colder than the night.
"Uh, Olivia?" Tamin asked, thoroughly unnerved by the unnatural ways she was acting. If not for the scarf, she would have questioned if this was even Olivia at all and not some wild emolga. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you closed the door on me to keep me away from reaching to Locke. But now, it doesn't seem like you've got any more doors to close on me now, does it?" Olivia said as she took very small steps closer to her. Every word had been rehearsed, planned on in her mind for hours.
"Locke isn't with me right now, he's still at the guildhouse," Tamin said, trying to step back again. She took a closer look at the emolga, and could tell she was holding something behind one of her gliding wings. She couldn't tell what.
"Oh, I know. That's why I came to you right now," she said with a smile showing teeth. "Now you're perfectly alone."
It didn't take a genius to understand that they were in danger, and Tamin was no fool. "I'll be going now," Tamin spurted out as she turned around and began trying to move.
Before she could get far, Olivia grabbed onto the tip of Tamin's tail and violently pulled her back closer to her in a prone position.
Tamin flipped herself over to look up at Olivia and tried to swing one of her paws at her. Olivia let go of her tail and swatted the attack away before pinning the minccino down. She revealed what the object she'd been hiding was: it was a basic bungee cord.
As Tamin still tried to fight back and screaming at Olivia, the emolga brought the cord down and swung it around her neck. She grabbed both ends of it with her paws and pulled them in opposite directions, tightening it tight around her neck.
Tamin's screaming turned into painful coughing and gasps as her breathing tubes were clenched shut. Tamin tried pulling the bungee cord off of her neck, to loosen it enough to breathe, but with no luck.
"To think you tried to take my love away from me! Tried to take him all for yourself!" Olivia exclaimed whilst strangling Tamin, watching her helplessly struggle, "And when you're a normal type no less! A normal trying to take an electric type away from another electric!
And why do you do this!? What's your reasoning!? It's because you two joined this guild together and you think that makes you the two closest lovebugs in the world!? How freaking ADORABLE!"
Olivia pulled the cord even tighter when she said the final word, getting it as tight as her strength would allow. Tamin gave a faint scream in pain, but the volume was limited by her neck being choked. She kept trying to struggle, kicking her legs and desperately trying to pull the wire off, but all to no avail.
"And now here you are! Gasping and flailing on the ground because you couldn't help yourself! You couldn't help but try to rip someone's love away from them!" Olivia continued to shout as Tamin head began turning slightly blew and faint bits of electricity came out of her, "Be grateful you got an ending as swift as this to your folly! And now, all I have to say to you is 'Good riddance'!"
Olivia began channeling her electricity straight into Tamin, gleefully watching her muscles contort and twitch in pain. It was a spectacle like nothing else she had seen before, it was as if the greatest play ever was happening in first person with every sense of hers enjoying the experience; the experience of watching Tamin's final moments.
But just then, Olivia felt a hard and powerful force strike her in the side of the head; just one moment ago, she was looking at Tamin's slightly pale face, and the next she felt a sharp pain all over her body alongside being knocked back by some force unknown to her.
She closed her eyes on the impact as she was launched a full meter to the right, falling onto the dirt road. Once she composed herself, she looked up to see a rockruff with a red scarf running directly at her. It was scampi the rockruff, snarling with teeth and even gums showing, eyed deadlocked straight on her.
Olivia got onto her legs and tried to jump into the air, but Scampi jumped up and knocked her back down. The emolga tried to hit him, but she dodged the attack, caught Olivia's elbow between her teeth, and clenched down to bite as hard as she could. Olivia yelled and blood was drawn, the rockruff's teeth sinking deep into her flesh.
She pulled her arm out after the first bite and discharged a thunderbolt. Scampi stepped backwards, but didn't dodge the bolt. She took it dead on.
Olivia picked herself back up, but Scampi was not deterred. She stood at a combat stance, standing directly between Tamin and Olivia, and showing a full set of teeth. Behind her, Tamin was still prone, grasping her neck and taking heavy breaths to recover her lost breath.
The emolga placed one paw on her bleeding elbow, deep teeth marks still left inside and gushing crimson liquid. She looked into Scampi's eyes. Her innocent, child eyes were not there. They were ferocious, the eyes of a beast willing to risk its life in a fight. It was at that moment that it hit her: Olivia couldn't salvage this situation. Scampi would make sure she didn't hurt Tamin for as long as she was standing, and even if she were to beat the rockruff in a fight, Tamin would have long run away by then.
Seeing her hopes dashed again and understanding she was in deep trouble, Olivia turned tail and ran. Adrenaline still pumped through her body and accelerated her step. After a bit of running, she leapt into the air and transitioned into a glide again.
Scampi didn't pursue Olivia, and instead turned back to Tamin. She was still huffing, but not as hard as before. "Are you okay, Tami?" she asked while running over.
"Yeah… I just need… to breathe," she spoke between breaths.
"Can I help?" Scampi was still deeply concerned as she asked.
"Help me… get back… inside," she said.
Scampi positioned her body close to Tamin, and she reached over to support her body weight on the rockruff. The two walked together.
Meanwhile, Olivia was trying to fly around the guildhouse to hide someone else. But as she glided, her injured elbow messed up her flight and made it much harder as her wings were directly attached to her arms. It made her imbalanced, and constantly rocking around as she glided while she tried to correct herself and correct the over-corrections. She could tell she needed to land.
She descended down to land near the guildhouse, heart still pumping and looking around. The true gravity of the situation had reached her. She had attempted to murder Tamin, failed, and they would surely report it. Even if she denied it, it was two against one with both Tamin and Scampi speaking against her, plus they could almost assuredly get some forensic evidence from the bungee cord she'd left behind and the damage done to Tamin's neck. Simply put, there was no way Olivia could go back into that guildhouse.
She wasn't safe where she was either, she was right beside the building and could expect someone to come looking for her in the immediate future. She looked around her, trying to decipher where to go next under the moonlight. There was the town whose lights were still on, the forest just ahead, and the mountains to the north. She could rule out the mountains almost immediately, surviving off of the plants there would be hard there, even if her wings would be useful for navigating the lands. Olivia put more consideration into the town, as all the shops and houses looked tempting. But she knew that she couldn't just live at a hotel there like nothing was amiss, the guild would swiftly find her there as well. The population would point her out as well. So she only saw one viable option.
Olivia ran off into the forest, still clenching her bleeding elbow to ease the pain. She slid into the foliage and kept going without looking back. "It's going to be alright. I'll just be like the adventures I took out in the wilderness when I was a kid. No reason I can't survive this," she thought to herself, beginning to slow her speed to save her stamina and safely navigate the bushes and branches. "Just like before."
Olivia didn't know how long she kept moving for, but it was surely more than half an hour. She used the bright moon in the sky to keep her sense of direction. But with every step, tiredness had taken her toll further. She had been awake for forty hours straight. Or maybe it was forty-one, or perhaps forty-three? There was no way of knowing anymore. Between sleepless, the shadows of the forest, and the dark of the night, she was- for all intents and purposes- blind.
Prodding around, Olivia found a patch of soft sod with some large leaves nearby and under some dead wood. She wouldn't find a hotel room laid out in the midst of the woods or any luxury bed, so this would have to suffice. She squeezed under the wood, made a makeshift blanket with the leaves, and laid down. Her body fainted only seconds later.
Olivia was lulled awake as she felt thin, moving strands rub against her body. Her eyelids cracked open and she shifted onto her side, trying to figure out what was touching her. They didn't feel natural, it wasn't skin, fur, or scales. It didn't feel like leaves either. She could tell it felt… rubbery.
Suddenly, those strands wrapped themselves around her limbs and pulled. Olivia reached for a piece of wood to try and hold onto, but the old wood broke off from its dead stem.
"Up-and-at-em are you, Olivia?" Sylveon spoke as she pulled her out into the open and under the sun.
The emolga tried to look up at him, but the bright morning sun burned her retinas. Olivia clenched her paws and tried discharging electricity, but that accomplished little.
"Nice try. I put some rubber over my feelers just in case you tried that," Sylveon smugly said. "Don't worry, I will remember that you did try to shock me though. I'm sure Niot would be really interested to know that."
Olivia was slammed against the base of a tree. She felt all of her limbs get wrapped and her getting pinned down. She tried struggling for freedom, but it was to no avail.
"Sorry. I can't calm you down when I've got rubber between us," Sylveon gave a half-hearted apology. He had no remorse. "If it's not too inconvenient, I'd like to ask you didn't make this more awkward than it needs to be. I just don't want this to feel like a criminal kidnapping, you know?"
After he said that, Olivia heard something metallic creak open. Looking beside Sylveon, there was a carrying kennel. Just then, Sylveon revealed a sleep seed he held in his paw.
Olivia clenched her lips as tightly as she could while she kept squirming, trying to break free. She wasn't able to call for help because of that as well. Her mind raced to try and find some way out of this situation.
"Well, you are going to make it awkward then. Didn't want you to do that, but I can keep going if this is what you want~" he said. "Erm, I just made it more awkward, didn't I? Shoot… oh well."
Sylveon put one of his feet down on one of Olivia's legs, then released the feeler that was on it. From his satchel, he retrieved a ball of cotton.
He pressed the cotton up to Olivia's nose. Suddenly, she could not breathe anymore, the air being blocked out by the cotton. She rapidly moved around to try to shake it off, but Sylveon pressed it firmly against her.
Eventually, she felt the pain accumulating in her lungs, she needed to breathe. She was forced to open her mouth and take a breath of air. In that split second, Sylveon stuck the sleep seed inside, then covered her mouth so she could not spit it out.
"That's it. You haven't gotten a whole lot of sleep recently, have you? You're deathly tired. Just go to sleep, Olivia.
Just…
Go…
To…
Sleep…..
It was feeling like a dream at that point. Olivia slowly woke up with a faint memory, with no close on where she was. She could feel that her body was covered in some rubber suit. Odd, but she could understand what the purpose of it was. There were faded voices around her that seemed ghostly when she was still waking up. She tried to raise her arms, only to find them bound.
"Wh-where am I?" she tried to say.
"In the basement of the guildhouse," Sylveon's voice came in to respond.
"What's… going on?" Olivia asked.
"We've gotten all the proof we need that you've attempted murder against Tamin," he said. "Given that this is the most severe crime you can commit, you're being given an appropriate punishment."
"What are you doing?" Olivia's eyes widened.
"You'll see."
Through the waking haze, Olivia could see a wooden trap door being opened up in front of her. She got pulled forward, forced to walk towards it. Underneath the trapdoor, she saw a stone staircase that descended downwards seemingly forever.
Sylveon kept pushing Olivia forward, forcing her to walk together. With the rubber covering her body, Olivia didn't even try to fight her. The two kept walking downwards, further and further from the light above them.
"What is this place?" Olivia asked.
"It's a dungeon," he admitted.
Undeniably, she was somewhat relieved with that answer. Her mind had first jumped to the idea of capital punishment, so a dungeon was far peferably to an execution chamber.
"In the guildhouse?"
"Yeah, we kept it hidden below the basement. Most people don't know it's here," he elaborated. "Just means you shouldn't count on anyone to come out looking for you."
Olivia could've asked a hundred more questions, but it'd be pointless stalling. She got the gist of what was going on at that point.
Eventually, the grey stairs came to an end and they reached flat grounds once more. It was too dark for Olivia to see what was going on, but she could hear Sylveon opening some lock and then a creaky door. The room on the other side was dimly lit, but compared to the staircase behind them it was as bright as a clear summer noon. Sylveon stepped forward again, and forced Olivia to heed as well.
The room was far longer than it was wide, and Olivia could see kennels that lined both walls. Her stomach sunk, it felt like there was no way out of this situation now. The only thing left to wonder about which unit she'd be living in for the foreseeable future.
Just then, there was another voice in the room. It was feminine, but unless Olivia had suddenly begun hearing voices in her head, it wasn't hers. "Hello?" was all it said.
Even still, it sounded familiar to her. She'd heard that voice before, it was more raspy, but still familiar. Olivia needed to think for a second, and then it clicked.
"Crystal?!" Olivia said.
"Wait, Olivia? What are you doing down here?" Crystal responded.
"Why did you hurt Locke?!"
"What did you do?!"
"Ah, I see you're discovering your new prison mate now. Best you get to know them soon, they'll be the only one you're gonna be talking to for a real long time," Sylveon stated. "I'm sure you'll hate each other, but be thankful. That bit of socializing ought to be the biggest thing keeping you from going insane. Well, more insane."
"I thought you kicked her out of the guild or something, you kept her here?!" Olivia said to Sylveon.
"Olivia, what did you do? Please tell me," Crystal pried for an answer.
"Don't worry, you two will have plenty of time to talk together. Let's get this set up now."
Sylveon opened up one of the kennel gates, then swiftly pushed Olivia inside. When she was thrown to the back of the container, the gate closed again, and locked with a key.
"Cruel? Probably. But for a serial abuser and an attempted murderer, I think it's fitting," Sylveon said. "Let me explain how things will go for you. You have a water dispenser you can use anytime, and I'll come down here twice a day to give you food. I'll take you out out to clean your kennel every-other day, but you'll be bound to the wall in that time, so don't be thinking you can get away in that time. Niot's trying to figure out the exact extent of your sentence right now, but you can expect at least a year down here. Also don't count on re-joining the guild once you're let back out.
Aannnnnddd, that should just about cover it. I'll see you again in a few hours with your first meal."
Sylveon walked away, playfully moving his tail around as he walked off.
"Wait, you attempted murder? Against who?!" Crystal shouted.
Olivia could only let out a defeated sigh as she laid back. She had no more words left in her, the only thing she could do is reflect on how quickly her life turned for the worse and who she could truly blame for it.
End of chapter 34.