Still grinning ear-to-ear like a mad-woman, Willow chuckled deeply as she came to a stop a few inches from Cordelia. She already knew that the other woman had the stake hidden in her sleeve, but she hadn’t commented on it, wanting Cordelia to have a false sense of security. It would only be more fun to watch it crumble.
“You don’t think it would be fun, Kitten? All tied up and at my mercy?” She asked, taking a small amount of glee in the way she said the words. “After all those years making fun of me, you don’t wanna have it done to you?”
“There’s a huge difference between making fun of someone and torturing them.” Cordelia pointed out, trying her best to ignore the hitch in her voice. Now that Willow was close enough to grab her, she finally felt the fear she’d been repressing shaking her resolve. If she didn’t do something soon, Willow would probably get her way, and that thought terrified her.
Deciding it was now or never, Cordelia slipped the stake out of her sleeve and drove it forward, aiming straight for Willow’s heart.
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