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I have been in this Hell for six years—no, that’s the wrong name. It must be Heaven, where only salad was a food option, no cake, milkshakes, or pancakes. ‘Mmmmmmm, I’m hungry.’ The fog was thick today, making it easier to zone out and not listen to or feel what was happening to me or around me.
She was due back soon. I’ll be force-fed those pills that make my ding-a-ling hard, and she would run her red-painted nails down my chest or through my hair while grinding her foof on me. They never take my boxers off, thankfully, but I will be strapped to a metal chair. She is always naked, thinking I was enjoying her rock-solid fake boobs in my face. I’m glad they shaved my hair last week when there was an outbreak of lice. At least she can’t use it to pull my head to try to kiss me with her granny-wrinkled lips. YUCK!
“The freak’ll spaz out.” Huh, I thought Brian had been moved to another place. What have I done this time? Maybe this time he starts shit, I’ll break one of his shin bones... maybe a wrist...
WAIT!
Something else starts breaking through the fog, someone is singing in Japanese
“rainfall moon hidden behind clouds when I am a bride, who shall I go with?”
Wait, that’s Amerfuri Otsuki Rainfall Moon. Mother used to sing that when she was sewing, but the voice is wrong! Slowly, I come out of the fog, but I must be dreaming. Quinny wouldn't be here. Ren would have her somewhere safe, but as she smiles, I don’t care.
I pounce, holding her as tight as I can, and wedge my nose behind her ear, surrounded by her hair and scent. I just breath her in 'Smores'; that’s what she smells of to me. Ren was adamant she smelt of Cherry Blossoms and snow, but to me, it was always gooey, hot smores.
Just as I was getting over the shock that Quinny was here and in my arms, she breathes out,
“Trick, I’ve missed you,” with a sigh, then one of the dick orderlies, Calvin, speaks,
“Well, it looks like our broken fox has some kryptonite after all. Take them to the lab. I’ll get Doctor Smyth.” I couldn’t even croak a sorry to Quinny before we were both strapped to metal.
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