The Price of Deception

[Weonna]

“N-NGHHH!”

Rianne's body jolted from the sudden squeeze, her face scrunching up in discomfort. However, the moment Helen called her babe, a noticeable blush crept across the Brit's cheeks.

“B-Babe?! Oi! Who the fuck d'ya think you're callin' babe?!”

Her embarrassment quickly turned into outright hostility, though another squeeze forced a pained yelp from her lips.

“AAAGH! Fuuu---!”

Rianne gritted her teeth, glaring over her shoulder at Helen while desperately tugging at her arms.

“Rematch?! You've got some nerve! I already beat ya fair an' square, ya delusional nutter!”

She huffed indignantly, still struggling in Helen's grasp.

“And what makes ya think I'm gonna agree to anythin' you say, eh?! Especially while you're squeezin' the life outta me, ya psycho!”