Ophelia choked a little, leaning back against the wall and sitting, holding the earpiece. "Abel...? Abel...?"
(Zoop!) She stayed alone the rest of that night. By the time morning rolled around, Eve would enter. "Time for our little game!"
She looked up, her eyes sharp. "For my sake and sanity, I'm going to interpret everything you say from now on as having a sexual double-meaning."
She led her down the maze of halls before opening a door, letting her in. Abel was in there, standing stiffly by the wall in a guards uniform. He didn't react to them entering.
Eve grinned. "This was our little experiment. He follows our orders now." He didn't react to her, not even looking down. His dark eyes had a unusual blue ring around the iris.
She ignored Eve, cupping Abel's jaw in her hands gently. "I'm so sorry," she told him quietly, her brow furrowing.
She crossed her arms. "You remember the name of the game, right? Well, he is going to be the cat. You'll be the mouse."
Ophelia exhaled, turning to look at Eve. "God, you're annoying," she said flatly. "Like, I get that evil hot girl is kind of your vibe, but you're a real dick." She looked back at Abel. "So... what? Is he going to kill me, then?"
Her shoulders slumped and she looked down for a moment, folding her arms. "What good does this do you?" she asked after a moment, her voice cracking. "Don't you feel badly? At all? Isn't there any humanity left in you?"
She looked incredulous, shaking her head. "Jesus. That's your brother, Eve. That's your *squee!*ing brother." She turned to look at him, her shoulders slumping. "You seem to see this stuff as black and white, so you should know that you're a bad guy. You're not the hero of the story. You're the evil ones. Look at what you're doing and realize that we're not the enemies here; you're the villain."
She watched her critically. "I don't care. How about I escort you outside and give you a headstart because I send him after you?"
