She wore a revealing red dress that left much of her shoulders and upper chest exposed, with the fabric clinging tightly around her body before falling loosely around her thighs. She was… she was here. The woman who put me in this place.
"You…" I said, my eyes widening as I walked toward her. "You bitch."
"My, my." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm a goddess, yet a mortal is calling me a bitch?"
"Get me out of here, you fuckwit!"
I reached her and grabbed the collar of her dress.
She looked down at my hand before calmly grabbing my wrist and pulling it away from her. "I cannot," she said. "And quite frankly, I think we're fucked. That's why I'm here."
"What?"
"Chaos is loose. The others will eventually come, and chaos will ensue. No pun intended."
"Who is Chaos?" I demanded. "And get me back home!"
"You're dead."
I stared at her.
"What?"
