😈 well then…
Ozeca grinned maliciously as she stood over Nidhogg, who had fallen to the ground and was clutching his throat, gasping for breath. “It’ll be over soon,” she informed him, finally able to let her disdain for him seep into her voice. “The pain will be manageable—less than you deserve, really, but it was the most convenient method.”
“You—poison!” He managed to sputter out, his glare growing furious as the realization dawned on him. Well, he was partially right anyway.
Ozeca chucked. “Me? Oh, no. My idea was a swift gun to the back of the head; this was all your sweet little wife’s idea.”
Yvette finally stepped into the room, her harsh expression a far cry from the usual timid facade she was accustomed to donning in front of her so-called husband. “Good morning, darling,” she sneered, coming to stand next to Ozeca. “Feeling a little under the weather after your morning coffee?”
The pain of betrayal was a look Ozeca wished she could have seen on Nidhogg’s face far more often. She couldn’t resist adding insult to injury. Without breaking eye contact with her soon-to-be-former Colonel, Ozeca reached out, took Yvette’s hand, and raised it to her lips so she could press a firm kiss to her knuckles. Then, instead of dropping it, Ozeca lowered Yvette’s hand to her side and entwined their fingers into an intimate lovers’ hold. “Don’t worry, Colonel,” Ozeca said, smiling coldly. “I’ll take good care of your cute, harmless Yvette.”
Nidhogg’s eyes were glued to their joined hands, and Ozeca could tell by the way his breathing was starting to grow more labored that it was going to be one of the last things he ever saw. How absolutely delicious.
“Better ‘care’ than you could ever give,” Yvette said, and Ozeca had to stop herself from falling to her knees at how cold, how cruel she sounded. “Ozeca’s a far superior lover.”