But I was more clever than FUC. I scared off my friends from the dungeon. I knew, knew, that if I was patient, so very, very patient, that the guards would eventually leave. Lion strength or not, the damn monkey knew how to tape a man. Must have watched some Dexter. Evil creatures with your needles.
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But I was more clever than FUC. I scared off my friends from the dungeon. I knew, knew, that if I was patient, so very, very patient, that the guards would eventually leave.
Lion strength or not, the damn monkey knew how to tape a man. Must have watched some Dexter. Evil creatures with your needles. Help me! Look at me! I am a monster! And now, you will suffer too. To think people paid acupuncturists for the same kind of treatment.
Then again, Nolan would take a little needlework any day over the sharp knife Lester pulled out when he tired of his pricking game. Took away my looks. And now, I am going to return the favor. Maybe over coffee? Or a box of Cracker Jacks? I am done talking. Done listening. Done letting you ruin my life. One of the needles I gave you had a suppressant in it. Your lion is probably sound asleep by now. Amazing what you can find on the streets these days.
He called for his feline. Ordered it to take over his body. Bellowed in his head for it to wake up, but only a hearty snore met his demands. The psycho danced around his bound body laughing. Told you so. How does it feel to be a helpless patient, doc—tor?
Time for some cosmetic surgery. Prepare to suffer. A moment later, Nolan bellowed. The sight that met her rapier gaze took a moment to digest. Nolan lay atop a table, trussed up tighter than a turkey at Thanksgiving. Silver tape wound around him in a cocoon while his body bristled like a porcupine as needles of varying lengths protruded from his body.
No, the reason proved more horrific than that.
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He skipped along the sidewalk, big, hairy feet slapping out a beat as the two-word refrain repeated itself over and over in his head. No more doctors. No more needles. No more restraints or peeing in a bottle. He had every reason in the world to sing. Do whatever he liked.
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