137 Sprinkle of sal(2/2)
Even my little Abbey, slowly creaking to a halt with each of her movements. Her knuckles going a little white from clenching her skirts. Line of sight a little too focuses on something that's not me.
Oh ho ho ho!
Is this...puberty!?!
I smack at Amar, silently hiding behind him and pointing at each and every one of these teenagers. Something that he helplessly smiles and nods at, much to my delightfully bad tastes.
Ahahahahahahahha! Oh. Oh..., my poor employees. Oh, this is going to be awful.
"Really now, it's fine. You're pretty light, don't worry about it. " Georgie laughs off Vincent's very bad attempts to pry himself off, not with the way he's swooning. Knees too weak to straight up just run away screaming down the hall, as Vincent's dead inside expression tells me he wants to do.
My beauty regiments, and punishment, may have worked a little too well on my young assistant.
Soft looking clear skin, not too pale or sun-damaged in any way. Straight shiny brown hair, falling soft over warm honey nut cereal eyes with all the patience of a babysitter. Increasingly strong thighs and shoulders despite that baby face yet to mature. A little too plain, a lot too normal, but comforting. Very easy to call cute
I am so proud and fearful all at once at how Georgie is turning out. Oh, good job me!
"Oh. Good job weak useless one. You are perhaps not entirely useless. He is pretty in that young and soft way. Like a sand gerbil." says a bound prisoner getting tortured.
"That's not what we meant by speak?" croaks out one of the very tired looking guards.
"Oh right. Oh of course. Please go on with it. " Cass offers, nodding with her head held up high.
The door to an iron maiden sort of coffin slams on her. Spikes and all.
"Oh my god?!!" Georgie screams.
"Your stupid torture device does not account for height. The points on this will kill anything above or below the right height. What information do you get from dead tall nobles or dead short peasants? What if you need to torture a midget? Then what? Do you make him tiny spikey coffin?" Cass somehow still manages to complain behind the horrible thing, very much alive and sounding more annoyed than anything.
I think I like her.
Two presiding guards sigh as they take notes. Another one shocked at the sight of us, calling for another hidden one to go ring a bell.
That better not be the Rosalia alarm. Either way I better act fast.
"Excuse me. May I have some words with the interrogate?" I politely ask from between the bars.
"....." the guards slowly back away from me. Sometimes they yell strange codes. But mostly they seem to be preoccupied with bowing once and getting the hell away.
What am I? A liability waiting to happen? How rude.
"And another thing? Some of your bars are so wide even a chubby child could slip through without aid. Look. Right there they could easily go in and out from the side." Cass kicks open the iron maiden, taking a gasp of fresh air.
Or well as fresh as a dungeon can get. It's probably better than inside the more decorative than anything iron maiden. The sight of it practically has Abbey fainting again in the back there.
"Am I done? I know I said I preferred this over watching strange married couples but really? " she looks around, asking up at the retreating guards.
"Cass, they're hiding hendooné in the kitchens but they're very small and not very sweet." Amar runs right through the bars, his little frame more than skinny enough.
He pulls up to cut and undo the bindings on her hands, freeing her from what may have been an inconvenience rather than anything actually incarcerating.
"Ah then we shall go chill one in a stream and have it with feta, mint and a bit of tea." she stretches her wrists with graceful movements, manicured hands on full display.
Such dull plain colors. Soft almost nude in tone, but just a hint of dark reddish-pink. Nail polish, shiny pretty nail polished nails.
"I think Rosa wants to play with you a bit though, she came all this way here?"
When Cass turns her head my way, as if merely glancing, the sounds of her earrings jingle. For a moment she raises a strong eye brow in questioning but respectfully bows with a neutral and polite smile.
"What service can this humble servant be of use for today, young child of this house?"
She is a very suspicious person really. And oddly too comfortable in the dungeons. I don't think she's particularly very powerful, but something about her keeps her surviving spikes and torture. Hidden cards to the power she's revealed before. The trained way she speaks in particular only furthers the mystery.
"I like your nails." I feel my vision zooming between the bars still.
Who cares about hidden pasts and mysterious powers. Give me your nail polish secrets!
"And your pants." I also add on, maybe still hyper-focusing on the foreign things that may or may not make me money. If anything they're an interest and convenience to me, and that's good enough.
"This servant is afraid she cannot grasp what so pleases the young miss Ventrella to present properly. Mercy, this servent prays. Please, inspect the parts of this lowly one as the young miss sees fit. "she bows once more, rising closer to hold out her hands.
"Ooooooh" I maybe sparkle at nail polish. Glossy nail polish.
Before I can ask what products she uses or what they're made out of, a strange rumbling shakes through the dungeon.
"Why?" Georgie sighs, rolling his eyes back even as two other maybe smitten teens somehow fall over him in shock and natural instinct.
"Because fishie," Amar says as if that somehow made any damn sense.
Water starts rushing and flooding from certain pipes, some of them plain while other steaming hot. Legit tiny and pretty fish swimming in from the boiling pipes.
Ok then nevermind. It's making some sense. Not really? What is causing all this? But we really should get out of here? Let's take this outside?!
More rumbling shakes through and Cass nods her head quickly, calling for Amar to follow as she quickly picks me up to book it before the water reaches us. A burst of the wall seeps with a rush of water, two somewhat familiar screams riding down with it.
"Awesome coming through!!! Whooooopeeeeee!" floats Lukas, riding through the pipes apparently on what I assume to be stolen speed float.
For there is no way Gable would allow grampa to get away with this. Where did Lukas even come from?!
"Damn it damn it damn it I just wanted some watermelon!" whines babysitter number two, Yuna sitting pretty on said float with his maybe stolen fruit.
"See Cass, they do have your hendooné. Or watermelon? That's what they're called. " Amar skips a bit as we run for it.
A little futilely since the water is catching up fast. Too fast really.
I wish I could say that somewhere along the line we were heroically rescued. Perhaps some cool well times moves got us on the float and we rode out to safety. We escaped just in the nick of time.
But no. We're practically washed out of another tunnel-like sewer drainage, down little bumpy waterfalls. All the way outside to an even more isolated part of the resort bordering the untamed forests.
There Tamera lays on a resort chair, snoring away under a sun hat by the lazy warm waterfall. The very one we all fall. Ouch.
"That was fun! Oh wow everyone's here! Look look look at all the hot fish I caught this year! HA! Amar! Rosa! I definitely beat both you combined!" Lukas exclaims, perfectly dry and happy on his float. An exasperated Yuna jumping off the dry land with the melon haul.
Excuse me as I go murder this child, then put a death warrant on him across all Ventrella controlled properties. Here Lukas, just float a little closer so I can-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
What's THAT doing here?!! What the fuck?! Bad doll! Very bad doll! How did Ponyo-Cora- Annabelle get here!!!!?
"Rosalia, please calm down. Please. Why. It's just a doll." Georgie pleads from where I somehow managed to climb and clamor all over his face.
"Did I miss a party?" Tamera wakes up drowsily from her nap.
"Effective torture, that mess." Cass drags herself out the water, wringing her soaked clothes and hair.
"Eeeep u-um-um" Abbey stutters, floating along in fear, until Cass reaches in to pull her out.
"I should have stayed in the sand." Vincent also makes no attempts to undrown himself, forcing the older woman to also reach in for his ass.
"What about my fishes? Look look look!" Lukas clamors around with no one to teach him a lesson, not even creepy obviously haunted dolls.
"Rosalia please let go of my face." Georgie wetly tries prying me off.
Oh what a miserable day, no wait- a life. What misery I am passing. Nothing I can recite or recall. It's all just too random. Where was any of this in the villainess guide? Nowhere! None!
"Does anyone have salt?" Yuna asks, already finding a rock to start chopping watermelons with a very wet and soaked Amar.
What?
Why is everyone looking at me?
Back away from my purse you ungrateful employees! I do not keep absolutely everything in there.
...Okay I do but not like that. No, I said back away!
"Georgie no, don't put me down, it's scary down there! Fine, take all my snacks just don't leave me with Ponyo-Cora-Annabelle!!!" even I can hear myself screech.
When will my destruction flag events come up already? These unexpected events of my childhood are taking way too much out of me. I swear none of this I could have ever imagined before in the life of Rosalia.
But here we are I guess.
Might as well have a slice of watermelon. Chop chop. Yeah sure with some salt, tastes kinda funny but it does make it sweeter. Strange as it is around here.
Yes, I'll be eating it on top of Georgie's head. No one dare put me down. That's an order!
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