“Who’s this?” some guy asked as we stopped.
“Winslow.”
“Right. Room six. Use the prods because he’s been testing boundaries again.”
The dude carrying me snorted. “My three-year-old’s been testing boundaries. The wife’s gentle parenting him.”
“Yeah, well, your kid’s not a seven-foot-tall bat creature who’s real fucking hungry. Literally no one’s going to give a damn if he eats twice tonight. Use the prods.”
A seven-foot what?
We got moving again, and my captor muttered, “Asshole.”
Another guy murmured, “Be a shame if somebody shovedhiminto a cell someday.”
“Right? His clipboard won’t save him then.”
They had a nice little laugh between them.
Was I about to die?
Oh, hey, my right hand was rejoining the chat. I managed to hit this dude on his lower back.
“Fuck’s sake,” he said before I went flying.
Or just got thrown down onto a…gurney? Goddamn, the lights were so bright! I kind of smacked myself in the forehead while trying to shield my eyes, but it was something. Were the drugs wearing off? Was that good? Because if I was about to die from something hungry, maybe I’d be better off drugged up to my eyeballs.
“Hey,” I managed to actually say when several hands started ripping at my clothes. “No!”
“Shut the fuck up,” someone snarled.
I tried to stop them, but I only had one hand partially working, and then I got smacked. Hard.
“Nobody’s enjoying this, you little blood bag. Don’t piss me off.”
Or what?
Like, how could this get worse? Death before the thing that was maybe going to eat me actually ate me? Oh, no, what a shame! Fuck him and fuck it. I kicked out and might’ve caught someone’s soft bits. Big hands grabbed under my arms and lifted me like what I’d done hadn’t hurt.
“Socks…” the other guy said like it mattered.
“I give a fuck.”
Yes, I still had my socks on as the pissy bitch who’d carried me picked me up again. This time he held me around my waist and kind of beside him, my feet totally dragging. Hedid it that way no doubt to avoid having my junk touch him. Fragile masculinity much? He probably drove a swastitruck as a pathetic attempt to compensate for his teeny weeny.
“Teeny weeny,” I said and chuckled at myself.
“I’m going to enjoy watching him drain you.”
Was I about to get a blowjob? Because that was about the only time anyone drained me of… Oh, wait a minute. He’d called me a blood bag. Clipboard man had said a bat creature. Was there a giant vampire bat about to make a meal of me?
“Bats?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He grabbed me by my upper arms and made me stand up. I felt weak as a newborn kitten, but I managed to stay upright mostly on my own. We were in front of a door. Another guy in uniform moved in front of us with a metal stick with a set of prongs on the end. Electricity briefly arced between the prongs. A second dude grasped the door’s ship-wheel type handle and spun it.
The T-rex fromJurassic Parkgrowled from the other side of the door.
