After thinking your fate over for a moment, Virgina suddenly grins (how she does that with a beak, you don't know) and snaps her talons with her free talon. "A-ha! I know exactly what to do with you, Sylvie!" She announces giddily, throwing in that goddamn embarassing nickname. "I'll just hand you over to one of the bosses and let them decide what to do with you. Think that's fair? Oh, wait; a dumb ape like you doesn't think anything worthwhile, so don't answer that, okay?"
Despite your terror at dangling hundreds of feet in the air, and the prospect of being handed over to Whitney, Virginia's prattling insults make your blood boil. It was bad enough that this bird-bitch acted like she was smarter than everyone else. That she considered humans to be little more than snacks that happened to talk was just flat-out evil.
But hearing her talk to you like you were some gormless retard? That was just...petty! How low would this feathered twat go to boost her own ego?!
With your escape attempt collapsing within seconds, and now having to put up with Virginia's childish taunting, your fear turns to anger. You level your best death-glare at Virginia, stop your shivering, and growl, "Fuck you and your overblown ego, you giant winged wanker. If you were even half as smart as you're always blabbing about being, you wouldn't be one of West's flunkies!" You even think of spitting in her face, but at her size Virginia wouldn't even feel it.
Still, the look on her face? It's bloody priceless.
...For all of two seconds. Then it shifts to fury. Snarling Virginia constricts you in her talons, the pressure bearing down on your ribcage like a sack of rocks. You yelp in pain, and feel some of her claws stab through your jumpsuit and prick your skin. Hard...you feel a few spots where you're undoubtedly bleeding.
Virginia snarls, "Think you're clever, eh? Think I'm the dumb one? Well, you're one to talk; badmouthing a girl hundreds of times your size that views your stupid little kind as snacks. And as much as I'd like to gulp you down right here and now" --she snapped her beak inches in front of your face, making you cringe back in horror-- "I think handing you over to the higher-ups would net me some points with them, and put yours truly on the fast track to promotion. Pretty clever, don't you think Sylvie?" She asks it sweetly, like you were chatting over coffee, and NOT painfully grasped in her talon. "Oh, and another thing? Before your little outburst, I was considering just putting you back in your cage and leaving a not for West. But now? I'm taking you to Whitney, you smug little insect. And I'm gonna tell her how you escaped AND mouthed off to an orderly. Who knows? Maybe she'll make...a little change in her diet, just this once."
No...NO! Whitney already hated you for her (correct) suspicions that you'd pleaded insanity to avoid jail, and all your escape attempts. If she found out you'd tried to bust out yet again, AND trash-talked one of the orderlies...that rhino's punishment was going to be flat-out sadistic.
Maybe even...fatal. The prospect of dying here, in a building full of crazed, man-eating monsters was more real now that it ever seemed...
You didn't even try to hold back your tears.
Vrginia just laughs. "Aww, crying? Save that for when Big Boss Whitney gets her hands on you!"
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