~ SPOILERS for the 8th episode of Arcane ~
(I began writing this chapter specially for one of my friends. Happy birthday, C! I hope you'll enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it! This chapter is dedicated to you. Such an honor, I know...)
Someone pulled the coarse bag from her head, and Caitlyn spat out her gag, gasping for air, relieved. Strands of her deep indigo hair hung in front of her eyes and against her nose. Through them, she recognized a person she did not expect to cross paths with again so soon. The exceedingly beautiful prostitute, an acquaintance of Vi, was smoking a cigarette, nonchalantly resting against a rusty metallic pillar.
"You..." she half-gasped, startled. "Why are you doing this? Where are we?" Immediately, she adopted an interrogation mindset.
The creature jeered, deftly ironic. "Glad to see you, too."
"Answer me at once."
Hiedra snickered, cocking her right eyebrow up.
"No, thanks, Enforcer. But I'd love to chat... How was your day?" Her voice was unbothered and soft.
"How do you know that?" The Piltovan snapped, masking her worry behind a cold expression.
The stranger was smoking, thoroughly enjoying herself and stepping around with short miscellaneous paths.
"Hm? Oh... I know an Enforcer when I see one, little girl." The prostitute blew out an elongated spiral of smoke, staring into the captive's eyes with her variegated gaze.
"What..? What did you just call me?" Caitlyn retorted, offended.
"Little girl," the smoker pronounced, amused.
The topsider wiggled on her seat, irritated.
"Is this why you're doing this? Because you despise law enforcement?!"
"You tell me, detective." Hiedra playfully commented.
"I am not a detective," the Enforcer drawled, tugging on the multiple ropes that held her onto the chair.
"It's still your dream. Isn't that right, little girl? I bet you dream of great things... Things that are available to you, with all that money and prestige." The hooker was mocking her, flicking a few ashes away from the tip of her cigarette.
Caitlyn's blue eyes narrowed, she frowned and scornfully commanded, reluctantly falling for the prostitute's purposeful insults:
"Shut up. And call me Officer Kiramman, you cocky, disgraceful, reprehensible slu..." The young woman breathed in shakily, stopping herself. Her eyes widened slightly and she hurriedly averted them.
Hiedra scoffed loudly, glaring at the surprisingly bold Enforcer, not without pride. She had managed to shatter Caitlyn's front and forced the entitled scion into revealing her careless side.
"I'll call you how I want, little girl," Hiedra threatened, suddenly dropping her cigarette to the dirt ground and crushing the stub with her right heel.
The Kirammans' daughter straightened herself on her seat and the binds instantly felt tighter. She was a prisoner.
The sex worker straightforwardly told her, striding in her direction. "I am older than you, Piltie."
The hostage's doubt could be clearly perceived as the hooker kept speaking:
"Like it or not, I have more experience..." A roguish and seductive smirk pulled at her glossy painted lips.
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