Any less desperate than she was right now would have made harming an old lady a gigantic “no!” to Arianne, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Who could tell the motives behind whoever her mysterious captor was at this point? Arianne was not going to just twiddle her thumb and wait!
At that thought, she scanned her surroundings to locate the perfect weapon. Ideally, it would be something that could bludgeon someone unconscious rather than outright fatal; even now, Arianne was not ready to have someone’s life on her hand.
Before she could even make her first move, however, the old woman suddenly spoke, “Miss Wynn, I can see what’s brewing in your head, and you’re spot on: I’m just an old, powerless granny you can easily take on. But my master apparently doesn’t want to see you as of now. He ain’t gonna just show himself to you just because a senior citizen died here. On the other hand, he will come to you when the time is right, guaranteed,” she intoned. “You have fresh, clean clothes in your room, hon. Go on, get yourself washed and cleaned.”
Arianne’s heart skipped a beat. She had not even moved a finger and already the old woman knew what was going on in her mind?
And to tell her to clean and get change, was it because she was starting to smell now?
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