There’s a certain mutual loathing going on here. Let me tell you right now: there’s not going to be a romance option, either. The idea would make either one of them recoil in disgust.
The vist let me know she was awake with her screaming. Well, as much as she could scream through the ballgag. I didn’t actually need her to talk for this next bit to work. Listening in horror would be just fine.
I knew she would immediately charge me, given what I was doing, but I didn’t turn until after I heard the sound of her sudden tumble to the ground. After all, I was perfectly safe. I’d checked the chain and ankle cuff, and I knew just how much range it would give the vist.
I looked over. Nothing seemed obviously broken, which didn’t matter either way, but the vist hadn’t been improved by her involuntary roll in the filthy ground. Which was her own fault, so I decided I didn’t care. “You no move,” I told her. Technically, the vist and my people spoke a common language. In reality, the vocabulary had changed, and the accent, and I had more words to work with. So talking to them could be a headache. “Chain on foot, chain on tree. Chain on tree tight . You move close, tree choke, tree die.”