Page 42 of Nine Inch Nasty (Hemlock Academy #9)

Delaney's Journal

Holy fuck.

Hey, journal. You were looking a little lumpy, so I ironed you out a bit. Hope it didn’t hurt too bad.

I’m sorry about those lewd pictures one of my mates drew on your back page— I made them go down on me for like an hour straight for the transgression. It was a really rough punishment to dole out.

Today marks our first anniversary of being officially mated before our family and the goddess, and let me tell you, that woman that thought she was ready on her mating day has become even stronger.

I’ll be getting my degree in a few months, and even though I’ve had to put a lot of late nights into homework that I often times loathed with the fire of a thousand suns, I fucking did it.

I have not only completed a successful year as queen, but I haven’t murdered any of my 11 mates out of frustration, so I checked off my biggest goal.

I’ll let you figure out which of those two line items did it.

Hemlock is pretty damn giddy to have the current queen graduate from there, and they’ve gotten a lot of funding from private foundations because of it, which I think will help a lot of people get an education.

We’ve eradicated most of the men in our population, and women are now in control of everything. Don’t worry, we keep the men in petting zoos for funsies.

Oh my gods, I’m obviously kidding.

I would never…be able to accomplish that in only a year.

Ha! Got you again.

I was told, by multiple sources, that I wasn’t allowed to move in that direction, or whatever that means, so I still have to work with men on a regular basis, unfortunately.

My mates are an exception, and they’ve continued to be incredible partners, but like I wouldn’t hate it if they had were forced to go to a men’s camp a few times a week so I could have the house to myself, you know?

Girl power.