Page 63 of Riding A Cock-Horse
But Dr. Fuckface doesn't look scaredat all.I realize this is because he's still holding that damn syringe—which he plunges into my side and steps back quickly before I can swipe and gut him. As quickly as I shifted into my chimera, I collapse back into human form.
“What did you do?!” I manage to gasp through my panic.
I don't like lying there naked and vulnerable when I was just magnificent and deadly.
“For every action there's a reaction,” Doctor Fuckface says simply.
“What the hell does that mean?!” I snap, regaining some of my anger.
Unfortunately, I don't feel the familiar burn of the shift.
“It means I turned you into an animal, and I just as easily unturned you out of it.”
Fuck a duck.
My fears have been confirmed—I'm no longer a chimera.
I'm no longer strong.
And I wonder if I'm no longer anyone's mate.
Dean Hardwick comes sauntering up behind us.
“Take her down and get her hooked up so we can begin the procedure.”
Without saying it, I know the dean means for me to be bred, but I escaped once.Could I be lucky enough to do it twice?If I were still my animal, there would be no question—they wouldn't be able to chain me down. My chimera was strong enough to pull apart the chains. Itwasthe Highlander. Now, I'm just Belle again.
Stop it, you stupid whore,my brain snarks like a dillhole.You escaped once using your own ingenuity—you can do it again!
“Yeah!” I yell out loud.
Doctor Fuckface looks over at Dean Stiffdick.
“Who's she talking to?” the doc wonders.
“I don't know. This one's daft. Just take her away.”
I give the dean a look.
He thinks I’m daft?
If this douchecanoe wants crazy, I’ll show him crazy!
Psycho-bitch mode powers activated!
Dr. Fuckface pushes me through the ship and down the stairs, not having a clue about what’s just happened inside my brain. Of course, this ship is more opulent than some apartments I've stayed in. It's mind boggling—how does somebody have this much money to make basically a mansion on water?I'm telling you right now that's not fair. One person should not have that much money when the rest of the world is suffering.
Do you know how many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I ate in undergraduate school because I didn't have enough money for a real meal and because I spent all my extra cash on male escorts?!
Well, when I defeat Dean Stiffdick, I plan on stealing his yacht as collateral.
We finally make it to the ‘clinic, and Dr. Fuckface shoves me inside like the gentleman he’s not. I feel another sharp sting in my arm, making me yelp.
“Would you quit that?!” I roar before collapsing.
I open my mouth to continue giving him a piece of my mind—but I can't.
I'm utterly and totally paralyzed.
