Page 27 of Tame Me
I pulled the rope once to test it. Solid as a board.
“Someone who liked leaving marks that didn’t think I’d make my own.”
There was a gnawing silence, and I could feel him watching me differently now, not just suspicious.
Interested.
Dangerous place to be with a bad guy looking at you like a puzzle.
Goody!
I turned back toward him, tilting my head slightly. “So. You gonna tell me why half your guests are walking around branded like collectible zombies? They didn’t put that in the job description for hit man rigger boy.”
My eyes flicked to the symbol on the wall and back to him.
“Or do I have to guess and get it right, or I’ll end up like your last assistant who fucked up?” Somewhere in the back of my skull, Randall’s voice pressed.
Don’t play with this, Judie. Get out.
I smiled wider.
“Oh,” I whispered, almost fondly. “I’m definitely playing with this.”
CHAPTER NINE
Judas
“You remindme of an animated samurai guru, ya know that?” The grump snorted again and then sighed.
“And you remind me of a problem.”
I shrugged. “Well, good thing you know how to handle your problems then, huh?”
Master Short Foot growled at me and quickly composed himself before sighing, but I was already speaking again.
“Listen, listen. As much as I love playing with your good old powder dick, I really need a lady in here to prove a needed point. Think we can play later?”
Randall was already coming, and I’d be ready to show him my fun game when he got here.
“You already have a subject? Wow, maybe I was wrong about you. Where is she?”
I knocked my brain for where that bitch ran off to and snatched the top of the man’s bun, leading him out toward the creepy hallway.
“Back with the zombies.”
Surprisingly, the man let me lead him back to the front, where the zombies were waiting for “quarantine.”
Dopey bitch was dancing with the rest of the robots, looking even more off than before, and she didn’t seem to recognize me when I waved my hand in her face.
“C’mon, subject. Let’s subject you.”
The woman’s lolling stare rolled toward me and stayed there.
Sighing, I let go of Master Buns to grab Dope Head and began the grueling task of leading them both back to the torture chamber, but then a familiar gruff voice I heard crystal clear even over the robot sex music.
“I demand you let me pass.”
“Nah. Get the fuck out of here before I blow your biscuits.” I paused and walked closer to the altercation.
