Page 50 of A Cock and Bull Story
Hmm, Jude might have been right—I might be homicidal and crazy.
The tarantula shifter's eyes widen at my words. Even though he's duct taped together, he still tries to scuttle away from me like I'm the one he should be afraid of. He should be—I have sharp weapons.
“You!” I say, stabbing a knife in his direction to point. “Youruined all my sexual fantasies.” His eyes grow even larger. He probably wasn't expecting me to say that. “Instead of sucking his cock,” I say, hitching a thumb over at Jude. “He turned into a bug. I mean—never mind what I said!” I quickly cover.
I don't know if I should be telling this guy about Jude.
Does he already know what Jude is?
Does he eat bugs?
I mean, that's what spiders do, right?
Well, only in their shifter form, I assume.
Man, I'm so bad at this whole human to animal thing; I don't know what's going on.
So, I just start swinging the knife around.
That'll make me look a little bit more scary, right?
“Now, we want answers. Why were you trying to break into my apartment?” I snap. He doesn't say anything. “I asked you a question,” I hiss, getting closer, but not too close.
I raise the butcher knife higher in the air in warning.
The guy starts mumbling something.
“I don't know what you're saying,” I frown before realizing it’s because his mouth is duct taped shut.
Inching my way over to him slowly and very carefully with a knife ready, I rip the covering off his mouth. Spidey screams—probably because he has a face full of hair and most of it just came off on the tape. Man, U.K.’s duct tape is really heavy duty. I’m going to send some back to the U.S.
“What was that you were saying,” I command imperiously. “And don't lie.” I add threateningly. “I have no qualms about cutting up humans as much as I do tarantulas.”
That's not true.
I've never hurt a human before in my entire life, I swear.
But he doesn't have to know that, right?
“I'm supposed to bring you into my boss,Belle Harper,” he sneers.
I twitch when he uses my name.
Great, the fuckersknowsme.
I swallow heavily and still act like I'm in charge.
“Andwhatdoes your boss want with me?”
The guy shrugs—or tries to, but fails because he’s completely bound.
“How am I supposed to know? I'm just working for him.”
“Bullshit!” I screech in a slightly unhinged manner, coming closer to him, brandishing my knife.
Spidey lets out a squawk and tries to shimmy back from me, and I smile vengefully.
I feel like Batty from Fern Gully.
