candiceldavis
There was a time when Margie would tell anyone who'd listen all about her little secret. She disguised it, of course, cloaked in the trappings of tall tales or off color jokes, but at the core there was always the truth about her, the truth about what she'd done, the truth about who she'd done it to and with. But no one cared to look that closely.
Campbell knew they'd set a trap for her, but she didn't care. In fact, what she wanted most of all was to be caught by them, to be taken deep inside the hive and offered as tribute to their queen. From there she'd have the best chance of destroying them. Of this, she had no doubt, and so when they came, she feigned shock and dismay and put up some semblance of a fight. When it was over, she went willingly, secure in the knowledge that she'd have he revenge.
Betina tallied her losses and shook her head, because she could see what it all boiled down to, a deficit pure and simple. She was operating in the red and this wasn't just a question of finances. Betina was behind in life. She'd dropped out of her graduate program, lost her fiance to a cheerleader with a brain, alienated her best friends, and gained thirty pounds in two months. Things were not looking good.