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I lock the door and ignore the knocking that happens two seconds later by putting on a set of headphones from Bael’s entertainment system and playing the shit out of Undertale for a while.
Out of pure spite, I overwrite the game he’s in the middle of. If he wanted me to be a good guest, he shouldn’t have had his person rough me up.
Thirty minutes into the game, I get a fantastic idea. I drop the controller, run over to the door, and put my ear to it. When I don’t hear anything, I drop to the floor and peek under the crack. I see no feet, which probably means the coast is clear, so I hop up and tear ass to Bael’s closet. I dig through it until I find something that could remotely stay on my body for an extendedperiod of time. I end up putting on a slinky fishnet shirt with a silky underlayer, and I slap on a belt.
Now I have a fancy new dress!
A very manly one, thank you very much.
Armed with my new dress and no shoes—why the hell are Bael’s feet so big? Fuck it, I don't need shoes—I take stock of my body and see that I’ve gained a lot more energy after getting a good rest and putting two solid meals in me. I should be able to do this.
I burst out of Bael’s room, putting on as much speed as I can, and I race for where I think the door is. I'm in luck because I see a big, fancy, gilded double door just as I hear Allie shout “Wait!” behind me.
Sucks to be you, Allie. I’m outta here.
Or so I thought, but when I get the doors open, I slam face first into not one, but two meat walls. Outside the doors are two men who could have easily been extras in the Men in Black franchise.
I let out a littleurk!as I’m hoisted into the air by Meat Wall #1. He only uses one hand to do it, by the way, and I'm terribly insulted by this. He could have at least pretended to need two hands.
I lash out at Meat Wall #1, kicking my feet with everything I have in me. When Meat Wall #2 grabs my feet, I go feral and dig my teeth into Meat Wall #1’s hand.
He lets out a very satisfying scream, so I bite harder. Maybe next time he'll know better than the fuck with a tiny person.
I know the meat walls are miles ahead of me in the ass-kicking department, but I decide that if I'm going down, I'm leaving permanent scars in my wake.
I can see Allie’s arm through a crack between the meat walls. And I hear her shout, “Oh my god, stop!” but I am not fucking stopping. It's personal now.
“If I let him go now, I might not be able to have kids later,” Meat Wall #2 says in a strangled tone. Yes, I nailed him directly in the man berries with a well-placed kick, and yes, I'm very proud of myself.
“I am so getting fired,” Allie sounds close to tears, which means if I try really hard, I can get Meat Wall #1 in a sensitive spot, and then I'll have made all three of them cry. They might take me down, but at least I'll make them all deeply regret it.
I'm okay with not making Laura cry. She seems actually nice, not fake nice like Allie.
Just as I am about to achieve my goal, a thundering, “What the fuck is going on here???” booms through the hallway and interrupts my stride. This allows the meat walls to get a firm grip on me and I'm left hanging in their hold.
That's when my tiny store of energy drops me in a ditch, and I feel my whole body start to shiver.
Fuck me and my life.
Chapter 8
Bael
Ican barely believe what I'm seeing when I step out of the elevator into the hallway leading to our suite.
Poor, tiny little Wren is wrestling with Brent and James, both of who are easily twice his size. I see red and storm towards the clusterfuck happening in front of my home.
“We stopped him before he escaped. No harm done.” Brent informs me like it’s something I'd ordered him to do.
“Give him to me.” When they hesitate, I bark, “Now!” I don't care how it sounds because I'm not worried about hurting anyone's feelings at the moment, so my order makes both guards pale and shove Wren at me like he burned them.
Wren is a floppy little rag doll in my arms, and it makes me want to kill everyone within reach. Not Wren, obviously. Him I want to tuck away in my room so no one can ever see him or hurt him again.
“Get her out of my sight,” I hiss at Harvey, jerking my chin toward the woman I know must be our new assistant. No one else would be in our suite, so who else could she be? “And call Gwen. Tell her it’s an emergency.”
I storm toward my room, calling over my shoulder, “Mel, you’re a terrible judge of character.”
I slam my door behind me and hurry to put Wren on my bed. “I’m sorry, Wren. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t tell them to do that to you.” I’m burying him in blankets and shoving cat after stuffed cat at him, like they can fix what happened. I give him all my favorite cats.
