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Well, this must be the place.
Digging into her pocket, she pulled out a crumpled scrap of paper and checked the address again. Assuming her intel was worth a damn, her target was in Apartment 304. Red eyes scanned the windows across the third floor. Each one was dark and silent.
Perfect. If she was lucky, the place might be empty and ready to ransack. Or, if she was REALLY lucky…
She chuckled to herself. Yes, this might turn out to be quite a fun evening after all. She pushed her way through a crowd of pub-crawling frat boys, responding to the hoots and catcalls with a backwards sneer and quick flip of the bird as she entered the building.
As the lone figure made her way up the stairs, the apartment’s sole occupant was currently sprawled out on the couch, fiddling with a strand of auburn hair. Her gaze drifted to the window, where the combined glare of streetlamps and nightclub neon bathed the room in light.
Chinook blew out a long, tired breath. Normally she would love to spend her weekend out on the town. Successful thievery usually put her on an adrenaline high, and with the payment her client was offering for this job, she ought to be hyped up enough to party until dawn!
Except that the job had turned out to be an absolute nightmare. Four hours upstate sneaking around a rain-soaked dockyard, dodging Mafioso and breaking into every office she could find. Of course, it was just her luck that the documents had been in the very. last. one. Not to mention she’d bent her favorite lockpick and gotten covered with axle grease after she’d been forced to hide under one of the vehicles when gunfire broke out at the far end of the yard. It had taken forever to shower that out of her fur!
A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts, but did nothing to improve her mood. Who the heck would be visiting this late on a Saturday? Grabbing one of the couch cushions, she jammed it over her face and hoped they went away.
To her vast annoyance, this unwanted visitor didn’t seem to get the message. They continued to knock, louder and louder, and even began rattling the doorknob as if they were testing the lock.
Chinook groaned. It looked as though they were going to have to be told off in person. Rolling off the couch, the antelope trudged over to the door.
“Probably some drunk who got their place mixed up,” she muttered. She undid the lock, mustered up the angriest look she could manage, pulled open the door and…
…found herself staring cross-eyed down the barrel of a gun.
At this point, frozen in shock, two very distinct thoughts passed through Chinook’s mind. The first was a calm, almost chiding reminder that she needed to use the door’s peephole more often. The second was more along the lines of ‘OhgodI’mgonnadieohgodohgodohgod!’
As one might expect, the second thought was voiced a bit more frantically than the first.
She clenched her eyes shut, waiting for the shot. A few seconds of silence passed, and what she got instead was a very amused voice asking “Well? Aren’t ya going to invite me in?”
Chinook slowly opened one eye, her gaze drifting from the gun up to the razor-toothed grin of a blonde shark.
If anything, that smile was even worse than the gun. Chinook quickly dropped her gaze, trying to memorize the shark’s appearance on the slight chance she survived this. Beige skin, red vest, blue jeans, black gloves and sneakers…
The shark clicked her tongue, drawing Chinook’s attention. “You about done gawking? Sheesh, makes me think you’d never gotten a visitor before.”
Chinook flushed in embarrassment. Wasn’t being held at gunpoint bad enough? She was getting teased as well!?
Deciding not to press her luck, she gave a tiny nod and backed slowly into the living room. The shark ambled in after her, kicking the door shut and curiously looking around as if this were nothing more than a social call.
“Hey, nice little place you have here. Don’t really fancy the color scheme. Furniture’s nice though. I always like a gal with taste.”
“Um, excuse me? I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but…”
The shark nodded. “Eh, good point. Probably ought to get down to business first. Plenty of time to chitchat later. Introductions are in order, wouldn’t you say?”
“Name’s Purgatori, pleasure to meet’cha,” she said, thrusting out her free hand.
By this point, Chinook wasn’t sure what to think. Still, probably best NOT to piss off the gleeful stranger with the firearm. She carefully returned the handshake. “I’m Chinook, nice to meet you too.”
“Yep, very nice! I can tell we’re gonna get along just fine. Let’s get started then!” Releasing her hand, Purgatori dug through the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out a fistful of cable ties. “On your knees, hands behind your back,” she exclaimed in a tone that sounded more fitness instructor than armed assailant.
“Wha, no way!” Chinook shook her head quickly. Not a chance. She was not turning her back on anything with that many teeth. With the shark closing in, she tried backing away further, only to trip and fall onto the couch.
A sneakered foot came to rest on the seat beside her, and Purgatori leaned in almost close enough for their faces to touch, her grin widening. “You sure ya want to get feisty about this? Cause let me tell ya, you’re gonna be wearing these here in a minute. It’s just up to you how many bruises go along with ‘em.”
Knowing she wouldn’t have any chance in a fight, Chinook obediently rose up to her knees and crossed her wrists behind her. ‘Note to self: If you get out of this, invest in some combat training!’
“Aww, why’d you get my hopes up,” Purgatori whined, sounding as if she’d been told that a restaurant had just run out of her favorite dessert. “Here I was looking forward to a bit of a tussle.”
Still complaining about overly cooperative captives, she got to work binding the antelope’s wrists and ankles. Just for the hell of it, she added a second cable tie to each. She gave Chinook a few seconds to wriggle before flopping down on the couch beside her.
“Now then, bet you’re wondering why I stopped by, hmm?”
“Maybe a little bit,” Chinook mumbled, trying to slide one of her wrists loose.
“Well you see, I was down at the dockyards ‘bout an hour ago.” Her struggles immediately ceased. Up until now, she’d assumed this was your run of the mill home invasion, just with a very sociable burglar. It had never occurred to her that this might be connected to the people she’d just robbed.
“I was hired to shake up the place a bit. Kick in the door, waste the hired muscle, burn down anything halfway flammable. Standard mafia message, kinda like a singing telegram, only the lead vocalist’s a .45 automatic. Oh, and there was one other task, a very important one. Any guesses?”
Chinook shook her head, already knowing where this was headed.
“It was to retrieve a valuable sheaf of shipping manifests. Just a few pieces of paper, each one worth a full six figures if delivered. So imagine my surprise when I shoot my way into the complex, only to find busted padlocks, rewired cameras, and an empty safe with the door hanging wide.”
“Wh… what’s that got to… to do with me,” Chinook asked.
With a self-satisfied smirk, the shark pulled her phone from a pocket. A few taps later, she turned the device around for Chinook to see. There on the screen was a picture of herself, dressed head to toe in black and seeming to reach towards the camera.
“Bit of friendly advice. If you’re going on a stealth mission, don’t uncover your face until AFTER you’re away from the scene. Never know when some paranoid capo’s gonna install a camera in the safe’s interior. I don’t think the cement shoe look would work too well for ya.”
Chinook’s stomach clenched. Did this mean the mafia knew what she looked like as well? Or had Purgatori planned to hand her over to them?
Noticing her distress, Purgatori laughed and ruffled her hair. “Eh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I made sure to wipe the camera’s memory on my way out. I got no interest in helping out those assholes.”
“Oh, well, thank you very very much,” she said, managing an uneasy smile. This night was turning out to be full of surprises. She’d been stalked, menaced, tied up, and had her life saved all by the same crazy shark. Chinook really wasn’t sure if she should feel grateful or disturbed.
Purgatori slung one arm over her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. “Anything for my new friend! Although,” she trailed off. “I don’t know if one little ‘thank you’ is gonna be enough. After all, I did waste a lot of ammunition on those goons, not to mention the price of a black market DMV photo match to get ahold of your address.”
Her mouth crooked upwards. Chinook was really, REALLY starting to dislike that smile. She yelped as the shark reached down and pinched her just over the hip.
“Yeah, I think it’s gonna take a little more to get into my good books.”
“What do you have in mind,” Chinook asked, trying to squirm out of the hug. Now that she thought about it, she probably shouldn’t have asked that question.
“Oh, I can think of a few things.” Purgatori tapped her chin with the pistol, seeming to mull it over. “But you can start by telling me where those manifests are hidden.”
“Oh, those! I uh, don’t have them anymore,” Chinook said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “I sold them already! To uh…”
“Wow,” Purgatori said. “You are absolutely rubbish at lying!”
Chinook hung her head. “I know…”
“Well, come on,” the shark said in a singsong tone. “You better start talking, or else~”
Fed up with the teasing, Chinook glared up at her captor. “Oh yeah, or else what,” she hissed.
Purgatori’s relaxed smile turned to a murderous grimace. Her free arm grasped Chinook by the chin, yanking her head back.
“Or else I’ll drill one of these FMJs up through your fucking jaw,” she snarled, pressing the gun barrel into the top of Chinook’s throat.
Chinook cried out in pain from the shark’s grip, the cold steel of the gun digging into her neck. This time she was definitely a goner. But as she locked eyes with Purgatori, she noticed something strange. The shark was biting her lip, her jaw trembling, mouth twitching like she was trying not to…
“Bwahahaha! I… I can’t even…. ha ha ha ha haha, sorry, sorry! But, ha ha ha!” Purgatori released her grip, letting her gun hand drop limply onto Chinook lap as she doubled over in laughter, leaving the bewildered antelope to watch and wonder if her heart was going to start beating again.
Sucking in a long, deep breath, Purgatori finally managed to stop. “Sorry… I… sorry. It’s just that… hehehe… you’re so adorable when you’re scared. I couldn’t resist.”
Chinook could feel her face heating up, though she wasn’t sure if it was due to the compliment or just anger at the shark’s stunt.
“What the hell is wrong with you? That was supposed to be a joke?!”
“Ahh, pretty much. Seriously though. You gonna tell me,” Purgatori asked, her face back to the same damn smile.
Chinook huffed, turning her head away. “Not a chance!” She realized she was pouting, but frankly she didn’t give a shit. This shark was infuriating!
“Heh, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” the shark taunted, reaching into a vest pocket. Chinook looked back out of the corner of her eye. Purgatori was holding a… what was it? It sort of looked like those rubber stress relief balls you were supposed to squeeze, but there was something attached to each end. She turned her head back to get a better look.
Her jaw dropped. A BALL GAG?!
Purgatori swung the gag back and forth, her eyes taking on a mischievous twinkle. “If you decide not to tell me, I’m just gonna have to look for those papers myself. Course, I bet it’ll take quite awhile. Sneaky little thing like yourself probably has hiding places all over.”
Ignoring Chinook’s horrified stare, the shark kept her eyes on the gag. “So I’ll be staying over a few days. Imagine I’ll have to rummage through all your private belongings, clean out the fridge, probably run up ten thousand or so on the phone bill for those psychic hotlines. You know, for clues on where to look?”
Once again looping her arm around Chinook’s shoulder, Purgatori pulled her in close and dangled the gag in front of her face. “And I’m certainly not going to want to listen to you whining the entire time, so you’ll be chewing on this until I find what I want. Now hold still for a second…”
Chinook clamped her mouth shut and tried to lean away. Her mind was currently in a tug of war between her logical and emotional sides.
‘Don’t say anything,’ the logical side ordered. ‘Think of all the money those documents are worth! You can’t let her have them!’
‘Are you crazy?! She’s just gonna find them anyway! Do you really want her digging around in all our stuff,’ the emotional side fired right back.
‘What about your reputation as a professional? If you fail to deliver these, nobody will trust you with another job!’
‘Look at that thing! Who knows how long it’s been sitting in her pocket? What if she never washed it after the last person she used it on?!!?!’
‘…good point. Tell her what she wants,’ the logical side screamed.
“Okay, okay, okay! They’re in a safe hidden behind a fake wall panel in the back of the closet behind the old college textbooks!”
Purgatori sighed, her face screwed up into the most pathetic look Chinook had ever seen.
“You really are no fun at all,” she complained, hopping off the couch and heading into the bedroom.
Chinook sighed in relief. Finally, a few minutes of peace. She turned her attention back to her restraints, trying first one wrist and then the other. Maybe, just maybe, that crazy shark had left them just loose enough to slip free. A few minutes of helpless struggling, however, made one thing abundantly clear. Her wrists were staying together.
What about her ankles then? Same process as before, she tested each leg, trying to push both ankles to one side of the tie in the hopes of freeing up a little wiggle room. Unfortunately, such movements are a bit difficult when one is sitting on said ankles, and all Chinook’s thrashing managed to accomplish was to send her tumbling off the couch and onto her stomach.
Purgatori walked back into the living room, thumbing through the manifests. Seemingly unconcerned with her captive’s antics, she sank back onto the couch and propped her feet onto Chinook’s rear.
“Oww! Hey, what are you doing,” she demanded, trying to swat the shark’s feet away.
Reaching the last page, Purgatori smiled to herself. “Nice, looks like they’re all here. Heh, could’ve saved myself a bit of trouble if I’d known to just visit you in the first place!”
“Great, wonderful,” Chinook said sarcastically. “Now then, you mind untying me and getting the righteous fuck out of here?”
Purgatori grinned down at her. “What’s the rush? I’m pretty comfortable where I am. Sitting back, relaxing, spending time with my good friend. Don’t tell me I’ve worn out my welcome?”
Chinook was rather tempted to say that she never had a welcome in the first place. “It’s just that you’ve got what you came for,” she said, trying to be reasonable about the whole thing. “Shouldn’t you go deliver it to your employers?”
“Meh, I’m not scheduled to meet with ‘em until noon on Friday. Why’d you think I wasn’t in much of a hurry to begin with? Besides, meeting spot’s only a few blocks from here, and my safehouse is on the other side of town. Figured I’d just crash here until then. Ya don’t mind, right?”
“Are you crazy,” the antelope shrieked. She glared back over her shoulder at Purgatori, the shark’s amused look only infuriating her more.
“I am not spending the entire week trussed up like this while you tear up my apartment!”
Purgatori just nodded. “Yeah, I get where you’re coming from. Totally understandable. So let me just say this. I’ll leave, but on one condition.”
Sliding off the couch, she crouched down over Chinook and whispered in her ear.
“Let’s see you make me get out.”
As Chinook launched into a nonstop volley of curses and threats, Purgatori rose back to her feet and looked around for the kitchen.
“Ya know, I think we need to celebrate this new friendship. Got anything good in the cupboards? Eh, see you’re a bit tied up at the moment. I’ll just look myself!”
Chinook thrashed around for awhile more before managing to roll onto her back, absolutely furious. If looks could kill, that damn shark would be nothing but a smug pile of ashes. When she got out of this…
A cork popped from the kitchen. “Hey, Chinook? I didn’t really know what you liked, so I just opened this bottle of ’38 Riesling. That okay?”
“THAT WAS A GRADUATION PRESENT FROM MY GRANDMOTHER, YOU BLOND-HAIRED BITCH,” she roared. “JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! I’LL…”
“You’ll what,” Purgatori asked. Chinook didn’t know how she moved that fast, but the shark was now looming over her, ball gag clamped in her fist. Chinook gulped, futilely trying to scoot back across the carpet.
“You know it’s not good manners to insult your houseguest, right?” The shark dropped to her knees, straddling Chinook and holding her in place.
Purgatori crossed her arms, looking sternly down at the antelope. “Ya know, if we’re gonna be living together the next few days, you might as well try to be polite. So I think you need a bit of a time-out to teach you a lesson.” She took the straps in either hand, pulling them tight. Her grin was absolutely sadistic. “Now open wide!”
Chinook had the feeling that this was going to be a very long week…
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I absolutely adored writing this story. Purgatori is easily one of my favorite characters ever, and an utter blast to write. The commission and the story were pretty much an excuse to let her and Chinook's personalities bounce off each other.
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Digging into her pocket, she pulled out a crumpled scrap of paper and checked the address again. Assuming her intel was worth a damn, her target was in Apartment 304. Red eyes scanned the windows across the third floor. Each one was dark and silent.
Perfect. If she was lucky, the place might be empty and ready to ransack. Or, if she was REALLY lucky…
She chuckled to herself. Yes, this might turn out to be quite a fun evening after all. She pushed her way through a crowd of pub-crawling frat boys, responding to the hoots and catcalls with a backwards sneer and quick flip of the bird as she entered the building.
As the lone figure made her way up the stairs, the apartment’s sole occupant was currently sprawled out on the couch, fiddling with a strand of auburn hair. Her gaze drifted to the window, where the combined glare of streetlamps and nightclub neon bathed the room in light.
Chinook blew out a long, tired breath. Normally she would love to spend her weekend out on the town. Successful thievery usually put her on an adrenaline high, and with the payment her client was offering for this job, she ought to be hyped up enough to party until dawn!
Except that the job had turned out to be an absolute nightmare. Four hours upstate sneaking around a rain-soaked dockyard, dodging Mafioso and breaking into every office she could find. Of course, it was just her luck that the documents had been in the very. last. one. Not to mention she’d bent her favorite lockpick and gotten covered with axle grease after she’d been forced to hide under one of the vehicles when gunfire broke out at the far end of the yard. It had taken forever to shower that out of her fur!
A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts, but did nothing to improve her mood. Who the heck would be visiting this late on a Saturday? Grabbing one of the couch cushions, she jammed it over her face and hoped they went away.
To her vast annoyance, this unwanted visitor didn’t seem to get the message. They continued to knock, louder and louder, and even began rattling the doorknob as if they were testing the lock.
Chinook groaned. It looked as though they were going to have to be told off in person. Rolling off the couch, the antelope trudged over to the door.
“Probably some drunk who got their place mixed up,” she muttered. She undid the lock, mustered up the angriest look she could manage, pulled open the door and…
…found herself staring cross-eyed down the barrel of a gun.
At this point, frozen in shock, two very distinct thoughts passed through Chinook’s mind. The first was a calm, almost chiding reminder that she needed to use the door’s peephole more often. The second was more along the lines of ‘OhgodI’mgonnadieohgodohgodohgod!’
As one might expect, the second thought was voiced a bit more frantically than the first.
She clenched her eyes shut, waiting for the shot. A few seconds of silence passed, and what she got instead was a very amused voice asking “Well? Aren’t ya going to invite me in?”
Chinook slowly opened one eye, her gaze drifting from the gun up to the razor-toothed grin of a blonde shark.
If anything, that smile was even worse than the gun. Chinook quickly dropped her gaze, trying to memorize the shark’s appearance on the slight chance she survived this. Beige skin, red vest, blue jeans, black gloves and sneakers…
The shark clicked her tongue, drawing Chinook’s attention. “You about done gawking? Sheesh, makes me think you’d never gotten a visitor before.”
Chinook flushed in embarrassment. Wasn’t being held at gunpoint bad enough? She was getting teased as well!?
Deciding not to press her luck, she gave a tiny nod and backed slowly into the living room. The shark ambled in after her, kicking the door shut and curiously looking around as if this were nothing more than a social call.
“Hey, nice little place you have here. Don’t really fancy the color scheme. Furniture’s nice though. I always like a gal with taste.”
“Um, excuse me? I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but…”
The shark nodded. “Eh, good point. Probably ought to get down to business first. Plenty of time to chitchat later. Introductions are in order, wouldn’t you say?”
“Name’s Purgatori, pleasure to meet’cha,” she said, thrusting out her free hand.
By this point, Chinook wasn’t sure what to think. Still, probably best NOT to piss off the gleeful stranger with the firearm. She carefully returned the handshake. “I’m Chinook, nice to meet you too.”
“Yep, very nice! I can tell we’re gonna get along just fine. Let’s get started then!” Releasing her hand, Purgatori dug through the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out a fistful of cable ties. “On your knees, hands behind your back,” she exclaimed in a tone that sounded more fitness instructor than armed assailant.
“Wha, no way!” Chinook shook her head quickly. Not a chance. She was not turning her back on anything with that many teeth. With the shark closing in, she tried backing away further, only to trip and fall onto the couch.
A sneakered foot came to rest on the seat beside her, and Purgatori leaned in almost close enough for their faces to touch, her grin widening. “You sure ya want to get feisty about this? Cause let me tell ya, you’re gonna be wearing these here in a minute. It’s just up to you how many bruises go along with ‘em.”
Knowing she wouldn’t have any chance in a fight, Chinook obediently rose up to her knees and crossed her wrists behind her. ‘Note to self: If you get out of this, invest in some combat training!’
“Aww, why’d you get my hopes up,” Purgatori whined, sounding as if she’d been told that a restaurant had just run out of her favorite dessert. “Here I was looking forward to a bit of a tussle.”
Still complaining about overly cooperative captives, she got to work binding the antelope’s wrists and ankles. Just for the hell of it, she added a second cable tie to each. She gave Chinook a few seconds to wriggle before flopping down on the couch beside her.
“Now then, bet you’re wondering why I stopped by, hmm?”
“Maybe a little bit,” Chinook mumbled, trying to slide one of her wrists loose.
“Well you see, I was down at the dockyards ‘bout an hour ago.” Her struggles immediately ceased. Up until now, she’d assumed this was your run of the mill home invasion, just with a very sociable burglar. It had never occurred to her that this might be connected to the people she’d just robbed.
“I was hired to shake up the place a bit. Kick in the door, waste the hired muscle, burn down anything halfway flammable. Standard mafia message, kinda like a singing telegram, only the lead vocalist’s a .45 automatic. Oh, and there was one other task, a very important one. Any guesses?”
Chinook shook her head, already knowing where this was headed.
“It was to retrieve a valuable sheaf of shipping manifests. Just a few pieces of paper, each one worth a full six figures if delivered. So imagine my surprise when I shoot my way into the complex, only to find busted padlocks, rewired cameras, and an empty safe with the door hanging wide.”
“Wh… what’s that got to… to do with me,” Chinook asked.
With a self-satisfied smirk, the shark pulled her phone from a pocket. A few taps later, she turned the device around for Chinook to see. There on the screen was a picture of herself, dressed head to toe in black and seeming to reach towards the camera.
“Bit of friendly advice. If you’re going on a stealth mission, don’t uncover your face until AFTER you’re away from the scene. Never know when some paranoid capo’s gonna install a camera in the safe’s interior. I don’t think the cement shoe look would work too well for ya.”
Chinook’s stomach clenched. Did this mean the mafia knew what she looked like as well? Or had Purgatori planned to hand her over to them?
Noticing her distress, Purgatori laughed and ruffled her hair. “Eh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I made sure to wipe the camera’s memory on my way out. I got no interest in helping out those assholes.”
“Oh, well, thank you very very much,” she said, managing an uneasy smile. This night was turning out to be full of surprises. She’d been stalked, menaced, tied up, and had her life saved all by the same crazy shark. Chinook really wasn’t sure if she should feel grateful or disturbed.
Purgatori slung one arm over her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. “Anything for my new friend! Although,” she trailed off. “I don’t know if one little ‘thank you’ is gonna be enough. After all, I did waste a lot of ammunition on those goons, not to mention the price of a black market DMV photo match to get ahold of your address.”
Her mouth crooked upwards. Chinook was really, REALLY starting to dislike that smile. She yelped as the shark reached down and pinched her just over the hip.
“Yeah, I think it’s gonna take a little more to get into my good books.”
“What do you have in mind,” Chinook asked, trying to squirm out of the hug. Now that she thought about it, she probably shouldn’t have asked that question.
“Oh, I can think of a few things.” Purgatori tapped her chin with the pistol, seeming to mull it over. “But you can start by telling me where those manifests are hidden.”
“Oh, those! I uh, don’t have them anymore,” Chinook said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “I sold them already! To uh…”
“Wow,” Purgatori said. “You are absolutely rubbish at lying!”
Chinook hung her head. “I know…”
“Well, come on,” the shark said in a singsong tone. “You better start talking, or else~”
Fed up with the teasing, Chinook glared up at her captor. “Oh yeah, or else what,” she hissed.
Purgatori’s relaxed smile turned to a murderous grimace. Her free arm grasped Chinook by the chin, yanking her head back.
“Or else I’ll drill one of these FMJs up through your fucking jaw,” she snarled, pressing the gun barrel into the top of Chinook’s throat.
Chinook cried out in pain from the shark’s grip, the cold steel of the gun digging into her neck. This time she was definitely a goner. But as she locked eyes with Purgatori, she noticed something strange. The shark was biting her lip, her jaw trembling, mouth twitching like she was trying not to…
“Bwahahaha! I… I can’t even…. ha ha ha ha haha, sorry, sorry! But, ha ha ha!” Purgatori released her grip, letting her gun hand drop limply onto Chinook lap as she doubled over in laughter, leaving the bewildered antelope to watch and wonder if her heart was going to start beating again.
Sucking in a long, deep breath, Purgatori finally managed to stop. “Sorry… I… sorry. It’s just that… hehehe… you’re so adorable when you’re scared. I couldn’t resist.”
Chinook could feel her face heating up, though she wasn’t sure if it was due to the compliment or just anger at the shark’s stunt.
“What the hell is wrong with you? That was supposed to be a joke?!”
“Ahh, pretty much. Seriously though. You gonna tell me,” Purgatori asked, her face back to the same damn smile.
Chinook huffed, turning her head away. “Not a chance!” She realized she was pouting, but frankly she didn’t give a shit. This shark was infuriating!
“Heh, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” the shark taunted, reaching into a vest pocket. Chinook looked back out of the corner of her eye. Purgatori was holding a… what was it? It sort of looked like those rubber stress relief balls you were supposed to squeeze, but there was something attached to each end. She turned her head back to get a better look.
Her jaw dropped. A BALL GAG?!
Purgatori swung the gag back and forth, her eyes taking on a mischievous twinkle. “If you decide not to tell me, I’m just gonna have to look for those papers myself. Course, I bet it’ll take quite awhile. Sneaky little thing like yourself probably has hiding places all over.”
Ignoring Chinook’s horrified stare, the shark kept her eyes on the gag. “So I’ll be staying over a few days. Imagine I’ll have to rummage through all your private belongings, clean out the fridge, probably run up ten thousand or so on the phone bill for those psychic hotlines. You know, for clues on where to look?”
Once again looping her arm around Chinook’s shoulder, Purgatori pulled her in close and dangled the gag in front of her face. “And I’m certainly not going to want to listen to you whining the entire time, so you’ll be chewing on this until I find what I want. Now hold still for a second…”
Chinook clamped her mouth shut and tried to lean away. Her mind was currently in a tug of war between her logical and emotional sides.
‘Don’t say anything,’ the logical side ordered. ‘Think of all the money those documents are worth! You can’t let her have them!’
‘Are you crazy?! She’s just gonna find them anyway! Do you really want her digging around in all our stuff,’ the emotional side fired right back.
‘What about your reputation as a professional? If you fail to deliver these, nobody will trust you with another job!’
‘Look at that thing! Who knows how long it’s been sitting in her pocket? What if she never washed it after the last person she used it on?!!?!’
‘…good point. Tell her what she wants,’ the logical side screamed.
“Okay, okay, okay! They’re in a safe hidden behind a fake wall panel in the back of the closet behind the old college textbooks!”
Purgatori sighed, her face screwed up into the most pathetic look Chinook had ever seen.
“You really are no fun at all,” she complained, hopping off the couch and heading into the bedroom.
Chinook sighed in relief. Finally, a few minutes of peace. She turned her attention back to her restraints, trying first one wrist and then the other. Maybe, just maybe, that crazy shark had left them just loose enough to slip free. A few minutes of helpless struggling, however, made one thing abundantly clear. Her wrists were staying together.
What about her ankles then? Same process as before, she tested each leg, trying to push both ankles to one side of the tie in the hopes of freeing up a little wiggle room. Unfortunately, such movements are a bit difficult when one is sitting on said ankles, and all Chinook’s thrashing managed to accomplish was to send her tumbling off the couch and onto her stomach.
Purgatori walked back into the living room, thumbing through the manifests. Seemingly unconcerned with her captive’s antics, she sank back onto the couch and propped her feet onto Chinook’s rear.
“Oww! Hey, what are you doing,” she demanded, trying to swat the shark’s feet away.
Reaching the last page, Purgatori smiled to herself. “Nice, looks like they’re all here. Heh, could’ve saved myself a bit of trouble if I’d known to just visit you in the first place!”
“Great, wonderful,” Chinook said sarcastically. “Now then, you mind untying me and getting the righteous fuck out of here?”
Purgatori grinned down at her. “What’s the rush? I’m pretty comfortable where I am. Sitting back, relaxing, spending time with my good friend. Don’t tell me I’ve worn out my welcome?”
Chinook was rather tempted to say that she never had a welcome in the first place. “It’s just that you’ve got what you came for,” she said, trying to be reasonable about the whole thing. “Shouldn’t you go deliver it to your employers?”
“Meh, I’m not scheduled to meet with ‘em until noon on Friday. Why’d you think I wasn’t in much of a hurry to begin with? Besides, meeting spot’s only a few blocks from here, and my safehouse is on the other side of town. Figured I’d just crash here until then. Ya don’t mind, right?”
“Are you crazy,” the antelope shrieked. She glared back over her shoulder at Purgatori, the shark’s amused look only infuriating her more.
“I am not spending the entire week trussed up like this while you tear up my apartment!”
Purgatori just nodded. “Yeah, I get where you’re coming from. Totally understandable. So let me just say this. I’ll leave, but on one condition.”
Sliding off the couch, she crouched down over Chinook and whispered in her ear.
“Let’s see you make me get out.”
As Chinook launched into a nonstop volley of curses and threats, Purgatori rose back to her feet and looked around for the kitchen.
“Ya know, I think we need to celebrate this new friendship. Got anything good in the cupboards? Eh, see you’re a bit tied up at the moment. I’ll just look myself!”
Chinook thrashed around for awhile more before managing to roll onto her back, absolutely furious. If looks could kill, that damn shark would be nothing but a smug pile of ashes. When she got out of this…
A cork popped from the kitchen. “Hey, Chinook? I didn’t really know what you liked, so I just opened this bottle of ’38 Riesling. That okay?”
“THAT WAS A GRADUATION PRESENT FROM MY GRANDMOTHER, YOU BLOND-HAIRED BITCH,” she roared. “JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! I’LL…”
“You’ll what,” Purgatori asked. Chinook didn’t know how she moved that fast, but the shark was now looming over her, ball gag clamped in her fist. Chinook gulped, futilely trying to scoot back across the carpet.
“You know it’s not good manners to insult your houseguest, right?” The shark dropped to her knees, straddling Chinook and holding her in place.
Purgatori crossed her arms, looking sternly down at the antelope. “Ya know, if we’re gonna be living together the next few days, you might as well try to be polite. So I think you need a bit of a time-out to teach you a lesson.” She took the straps in either hand, pulling them tight. Her grin was absolutely sadistic. “Now open wide!”
Chinook had the feeling that this was going to be a very long week…
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drpossibly's Purgatori Original can be found here http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15892936/I absolutely adored writing this story. Purgatori is easily one of my favorite characters ever, and an utter blast to write. The commission and the story were pretty much an excuse to let her and Chinook's personalities bounce off each other.
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