Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"What the fuck," she whispered. I'll fucking kill him.
"Exactly," Ina said. She tugged on the reins and her horse turned toward the woods again. She looked and looked and looked further than any 20/20 vision could, but she saw absolutely nothing but trees and moss and soil. She waited for Ivaan, who had to get into the woods on horse because no car could ever go in there, it was as impossible as riding a horse on water.
"Ever since I came here shit has been shitting from the sky," she grunted, angry at everything and nothing at the same time. "It's like a spirit has a vendetta against me."
"Don't worry I'm sure it'll fix itself," Amé said, focusing on gripping the reins like the stable man taught her. She had learnt something else while being in Russia beside 101 horse riding; Ina Seele was a fucking psychotic bitch when she felt threatened. While Amé Fengári was a psychotic bitch in general.
So much so, she had ordered every man and woman in the house to move out until she redeemed them trustworthy. Half of the staff was fired.
Nobody sleeps alone anymore. Nobody does anything alone.
She had become a dictator over the mansion. She made a schedule for everyone. Even Amé.
"Fuck that, cmon," and she pulled on the reins and begun riding into the woods, and Amé's horse followed. They went the opposite way the men had gone into. Instead of going straight in and to the Eastern South, they had gone Eastern North.
And eventually they came across something. Ina got off her horse and tied her on a tree branch before kneeling and showing Amé a suit. A black suit.
"Fuck," and she threw it back on the ground, squatting on the floor and looking up at the sky. "I can't believe a child is going to threaten me and my family and get away with it," she laughed. "When hast I become soft?"
"Let's go back," Amé said. "It's getting dark."
Ina grabbed the suit, bagged it, untied Ximena and climbed on with ease. She gave her a side kick and quickly they were on their way back before the sun had settled. The men were already back, and Ivaan was patiently waiting for the girls to be back before sighing in relief.
"I found this," and she threw the bag at Ivaan.
"Are you fucking kidding me."
"Exactly," Amé said.
"Where'd you find this ma'am?" Mikhailov asked, looking at the suit with detail.
"Not too far off. Five, six miles northeast," she answered, holding the reins with one hand. "He knew you'd be expecting him to go the opposite way."
"This is ridiculous," Ivaan shook his head.
"At least now we'd be prepared," Mikhailov tried to assure the Adinov, but it wasn't working. Ina trotted her horse Ximena closer to Ivaan to take his hand briefly. Amé was in her thoughts, thinking, how do you speak to a crazy man? Or was he crazy? He had to be sane and smart to get away. If... if she'd just speak to him. She knew she might be able to make some sort of deal.
