“Would you ladies prefer it if I stepped out?” Cricket murmured, inching toward the door.
“You stay right there,” Lin hissed, wriggling her left hand free & expertly flung a soup spoon like a Frisbee towards Cricket’s head. Instantaniously it released something fibrous, binding him tightly to the wall & rendering the talkative Cricket silent.
“Cricket!” I shrieked. She took advantage of my lowered guard to elbow my side. I loosened my grip on her collar long enough for me to earn a well-placed knee to my stomach. Winded, I fell to the floor.
Lin towered over me, a mischiveiously smug grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, fingering a particularly pointy spoon as if it were a sabre.
“Well, Xiaoli,” she cooed, “where to go from here? Looks like it is I who has you in the palm of my hand this time. However, I don’t believe I’ll be as merciful as you were.”
A pensive look came over her vengeful speech.
“I have a proposition for you,” she continued thoughtfully.
“Go on.” I raised an eyebrow suspiciously.