The fench sniper had her rifle on her back, looking down at D.Va with a look that the gamer recognized.
Hunger.
"Well, well. I was sent here to kill one person. My bosses believe that this new Overwatch can be dealt with guerrilla tactics."
The gamer tried to rise, but Widow smashed her down with foot on her stomach, driving all of the air from her quarry's lungs. The purple haired woman smirked in satisfaction, there was nothing quite like going for the kill. "Lucky for me, you wandered all by your lonesome into a part of the base no one ever goes too." She bent down and grabbed D.va by the hair and picked her up. The gamer cried in pain, which was like music to the sniper's ears. "Now listen to this, little one."
"Wha-?!"
Any response D.Va would have had was squashed as her face was forced into her tormentors exposed midriff. She could hear a hungry growl from inside the stomach. A plea, not unlike the one her own gut had been making all day.
"You understand what is going to happen next, little one?"
