Hecates curse

Getting out of trouble

She herd everything that the French man said. But to even move a muscle would be giving up her cover of ‘the damsel in distress’. She didn’t even twitch when he lifted her limp body off the blood soaked cobblestone ground. He groaned as he lifted me off the ground. Am I really that heavy? She thought. She gulped slyly trying to mask her insecurity; also to hide the fact she was angry that he had his hand on her bottom. “Mademoiselle!” He shook her lightly. Her head hung limp and rolled side-to-side as he shook her. “Madame!” “Huh?” She opened her eyes limply and let a groan leave her throat. “What… what happened?” She mumbled in French. “Oh madam I saw nothing only the dead men and you faint, are you alright milady?” He replied. She didn’t want these men to not have the funeral they deserved, so she thought to give them all the credit for her safety. “They are my men monsieur, we were attacked by beasts of fur and teeth and big round yellow eyes…” she cut off her words and whimpered. She forced tears to spring in her eyes. Upon seeing her anguish he followed her into his arms. “It’s alright milady, your men are in a better place.” She sobbed tears into his shoulder and let the middle aged man lead her through the park. When she finally lifted her head from his shoulder she realised they were outside the police station. ‘Oh god Peŕee is not going to like this’ she gulped and took a deep breath. “It’s ok mademoiselle the police will find the beasts and get your men the justice they deserve.” All she could do was nod, as thoughts on how to get out of this mess swirled around her mind.