She 100% popped out a boob.
I mean, devil’s advocate? Veronica thought to herself in the pitch blackness, the wall carving has a point. The things I’ve done? I probably deserve this.
Obviously I don’t want to die. I’m just saying he makes a strong case.
“Well, fuck,” she said aloud. There was no response.
Probably gonna die.
She heard soft muttering, and then a thump.
“…Hello?” she called out.
Light entered the cell as the large rock covering the entrance was rolled aside. “Veronica?”
“Maeve?” Veronica squinted. “What the shit! Maeve?”
Maeve darted in, fumbling at the ropes that held Veronica, splayed against a large boulder. “Veronica! I heard—the family is all talking about—they’re going to get rid of you!” she stammered.
“Yeah, I know, I was at the staff meeting!” Veronica agreed. “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t let them banish you!” Maeve explained. “I couldn’t let you just go!”
Interesting. “Follow-up question: how are you here? Isn’t there a guard?”
“Boys are dumb,” Maeve blushed, working at the knots. “I… distracted him? Then I hit him with a rock.”
“Ha!” Veronica laughed. “What’d you do, pop out a boob? You little minx!”
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