One liner request; "Do you know who I am?"
She knew what to expect. She knew they were coming. She knew she fucked up the moment she pulled the trigger.
She wasn’t expecting them to come so quickly though.
But, then again, she barely had any materials to make a camp, and the fire was a beacon in the dark night.
Three figures were holding back Magpie, who neighed frantically and bucked.
“Leave her alone,” Tanner cried, her own arms held back by two figures whose faces she couldn’t quite read. The fire had been put out. She was in total darkness.
Yet they seemed to be able to navigate around the makeshift campsite just fine.
“My, my. Look at you.”
An all too familiar voice. Tanner tensed up, her breath caught in her throat.
“No...”
Tanner grunted when her chin was grabbed by the figure in front of her, eyes slowly easing up to the darkness. That chiseled face, those painted lips, and blue eyes that almost sparkled in the moonlight.
“Fuck off,” Tanner spat, crying out when her arms twisted at an odd angle. “Fuck!”
“Do you know who I am?” That soft yet threatening voice.
Silence.
“Well?”
“Don’t be like that.” Tanner spat through clenched teeth, then gasped when her legs were wiped away from under her and she fell painfully to the ground on her knees.
In front of her, the woman took Tanner’s chin in her hand again.
“Well?”
Tanner hissed, pretty sure she felt a shoulder pop. Mustering up all the strength she had, she grinned at her.
“How could I... forget such a pretty face, Reina?”