Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“You dare to disrespect the gift we gave you?” the middle head growled.
“What gift?” Sonya cried, too upset and sickened to think of the future and the possible consequences of her words. “You’re disgusting! You make me sick, you ugly, stinking, nasty-ass, fucking troll! Get away from me!”
She had never talked to a client like this and it was clear her words were hitting home. The glares on all three heads turned from fury to hate.
“That’s right, have your say now, girly,” Grox’s middle head snarled. “But at the end of the week, you belong to us! And the next time we come it will be inside your cunny, not just on it.”
Then the monster from her nightmares turned and stomped away, leaving Sonya slumped in front of the toilet bowl, feeling used and dirty and lower than she’d ever been in her life.
To her relief, the door of her room slammed and she heard his heavy footsteps tromping off down the hallway. With a shaky hand, she flushed the toilet and closed the lid. Then she rested her head on her arms and took deep breaths, willing her stomach to stop rolling. The sour, rotten taste was still in her mouth and it motivated her to get moving.
Somehow she got to her feet and shuffled to the sink. After rinsing her mouth and brushing her teeth with the mouth cleaner—a kind of oval toothbrush you chewed on, with foaming bristles all over its surface—she finally got most of the taste off her tongue.
After she brushed, she leaned against the sink. The face that stared back at her from the viewer was haggard and her eyes were red from crying and puking. Her hair was a mess too and there were markings on her skin where the black tar-like sludge had hit her—almost like it had given her some kind of rash. Which was totally unsurprising—of course she would have an allergic reaction to something so vile and obviously poisonous.
And he wants to shoot that stuff inside me, she thought and shivered, trying to repress her gag reflex. In the viewer, her face twisted into a grimace of disgust.
“I’m a fucking mess,” she croaked at her image. “God, what am I going to do?”
It was at that moment when she heard a knocking on the outer door of her room and Davrik’s deep voice called,
“Sonya? Baby girl, I’m coming in.”
Sonya felt panic spike inside her.
Had it already been two hours? How long had the encounter with the Trollox taken? And how long had she spent, slumped over the toilet bowl crying and puking?
Apparently long enough that she was now out of time.
Getting painfully to her feet, she hobbled to the bathroom door—the damn spreader was still stuck up inside her—and locked the door firmly. Just as she did, she heard the outer door open.
“Sonya?” Davrik called. “Are you in here? Are you all right?”
“I…I’m fine!” Sonya called back, trying to make her voice sound normal—bright and cheerful, even. “Just freshening up. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“All right, baby girl. I’ll be waiting.”
His voice was muffled through the door so Sonya couldn’t tell if she’d fooled him or not. What she did know was that she was running out of time to make herself look presentable.
She still had some hope that the big Kindred might make an offer for her and buy her before Grox could convince Oozle to let him impregnate her with his spawn—but there was no way the big Kindred was going to want used goods. She had to hide the signs of what the Trollox had done to her—and quickly!
Hobbling to the shower, she turned on the water as hot as it would go. Then she stepped under the steaming spray and grabbed blindly for the scrub brush—the one with bristles so harsh she had never used it before. But she felt the need to use it now.
She scrubbed ruthlessly at all the places the disgusting black ooze had hit her, including her face and breasts and belly. To her horror, she found that some of it had even leaked into the slit of her pussy. She scrubbed the area ruthlessly until her skin was raw and stinging. Then she turned her attention to getting the metal spreader out of herself.
For some reason, it was even harder to get the damn thing out than it had been to put it in! Sonya tried gripping it by the base, but the metal was slick with the water pouring down on her from the showerhead and she couldn’t get it out.
At last, she had to turn off the water and use a towel to grab the base. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Sonya?” Davrik’s deep voice asked. “Are you all right? You’ve been in there at least an hour.”