It had been a few hours now since her little altercation with Beatrix, Damian and Rook had left, taking her to the hospital for emergency treatment, or at least that's what Ericka assumed they'd done, she honestly didn't care very much at the moment. She was bored, extremely bored, her instructions for the day were to keep rested, meaning no real training and she wasn't allowed to go out and do what she wanted. She hated these days, it was little more than a huge waste of time for her, for now she chose lighter exercise since she couldn't train properly, she'd already finished several, sit-ups, squats, and now she was doing hand stand pushups, nothing more than killing time for her really, especially with the gauntlets augmenting her strength.
Her attempt to keep herself occupied was interrupted however, by a high pitched beeping in her ear, the small communication device her owner required she wear at all times.
"The hell does that shriveled piece of shit want?" she muttered in disgust, letting her back fall forward Ericka rolled and came right back up on her feet, she tapped a fingertip to the device in her ear, hearing a click as the call opened.
"What the hell do you think you're doing girl?" said a voice that Ericka thought of as perhaps the most revolting sound in the world, the voice of her owner, even someone who'd never met the man would be able to guess what he was like by his voice and tone, a spiteful, spoiled, overweight old man who hated everything that took a single penny out of his fortune of hundreds of millions.
"I'm killing time old man" she answered, of course she knew that wasn't what he meant, she knew full well he was probably referring to what she did to Beatrix, but she always did take any opportunity to piss him off, because she knew he was too valuable truly punish for something she did, or at least she used to be...
"Don't get smart with me you rotten little bitch! I have millions invested in these upcoming battles and what do you do? you nearly kill someone!" he snapped in an obvious fury, despite the situation Ericka had to stifle a laugh at the thought her owner throwing one of his tantrums like this in his office. After managing to calm her voice she responded,
"She pissed me off and attacked me first, go check camera footage or something i'm sure there was at least one that saw what happened" she said dismissively.
Then she heard laughter, he was laughing? at her? Ericka couldn't imagine why he'd be laughing.
"yes... i'm aware, and that is precisely why this little call is merely a warning, you recall our little arrangement correct?" Ericka froze where she stood, speechless, and that spoke volumes more than she herself.
"I'll take that as a yes, you kill that White Knight in the Arena and you get you're precious freedom, otherwise I'm selling you to the highest bidder" he said smugly, she clenched her fist, arms shaking in fury, but it broke soon enough. After all she had no alternative, for once there was a consequence she was afraid of and she wasn't going to lose her chance.
"Understood... sir" she said, the last word dripping with anger and spite, but the message was clear, and without a word the call cut off.
She stood there for a long moment, shaking with renewed fury and frustration, with as loud a scream as her lungs could muster she smashed both fists into the wall with everything she had, sending a huge shudder through the room and leaving a dent the size of a small person.