Bastet's Punishment
Part 3
Elsewhere in the house I heard the commotion and came running.
“Arachne? Bastet? What’s going- Oh,” I said as I saw Bastet on the floor and quickly realized what the thud I’d heard was.
“Arachne! You can’t do that to her! I know you’re mad, but I promised to use her body to create a miniature version of you! I know you don’t believe I am capable of such magic, but I definitely can’t bring the body back from the dead! If you injure her in a way that doesn’t heal then the mini-you will probably be stuck with that same injury too!”
“Do you question how I treat my servants?” Arachne thundered, her voice large and commanding compared to her size.
“No. No! Of course not! I simply don’t want you to do something you regret later!” I explained, realizing I was risking finding myself at the receiving end of the drow’s rage as well. I knew she wasn’t scared to physically punish me.
Arachne glared at me fiercely. I stayed quiet so I didn’t invoke her wrath further.
On the floor, Bastet stirred. She wasn’t dead, just dazed.