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Hot, Hard & Howling
“You have something I need.” The little man smiled.
As Crey straightened and moved to look out a small window adjacent to the door,
Trent saw the pyre. “Fuck.”
A few amulets were scattered next to the fire. Trent felt the blood magic. The twobit
Sorcerer must have been stealing spells and power amulets to boost his power.
That’s how he’d spelled the human at Nell’s house. That’s how Trent’s shift was being
blocked now.
Crey turned back to Trent. “You know what that means, do ya?” He shoved
another piece of meat in this mouth and didn’t bother to wait until he was finished
chewing to continue. “You’re in deep kimchi, my furry friend.”
Trent struggled against his bonds one more time because he didn’t know what else
to do at the moment.
“Easy there, Prime. I can jack it back up.” He gestured to the pile of crap
smoldering on the floor. “The spell. If need be. I wanted you conscious.”
He squatted down to Trent’s eye level once more and propped his elbows on his
bent knees. “I want to know what you and the Halfling did with the box. Her old man
shouldn’t have kept such powerful toys.” He shook his head.
“Where’s Nell?” Trent looked the little scumbag in the eye.
“That’s what I want to know, dude. My hired help didn’t follow instructions very
well. They were supposed to bring the girl and the box.” He poked Trent in the chest a
couple of times then stood and scratched his crotch. “Instead, the methhead vamps
brought you.”
Crey took another bite of the cat meat. “My boss wants the box but I got other
plans. That necklace is gonna set me free, dog. Bye-bye slave, hello master status. Tell
me where to find it and we all go home happy.”
Trent laughed. “How stupid do I look?”
“Stupid enough to lose your girlfriend and the talisman all at the same time.” He
winked at Trent. “Don’t worry, dude. I’ll take real good care of your girl.” He wriggled
his nonexistent eyebrows.
Trent roared with anger. He tried to shift, to let his snout elongate, show some
teeth, but agonizing pain shot though his body. Pain stronger than any he’d ever felt.
He screamed, his entire body tightening. His eyes watered, mucus dripped from his
searing nose. He slumped to the side, shivering. With his hands tied around the post,
his shoulders were wrenched when he sagged toward the floor, arms stretched at an
awkward angle. Dirt clung to his face.
“Dude. That looked like it really, really hurt. I suggest you not try that shit again.”
Trent couldn’t see the little bastard but he heard the amusement in his voice. He
tried to steady his erratic breathing. He had to calm down. Nell was going to need him
to keep his wits. He was now bait.
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