Chapter 67

• His voice has taken on an air of sick sweetness as he climbs onto the bed, straddling my ribs. A package is placed on my chest a few seconds before the wetness of a wipe can be felt on my shoulder. I yelp and scream again as a needle is stabbed into my arm. The medication is injected quickly enough that I never feel it over the pain of the needle itself. From the last six weeks of their experiments I know that it's Viagra and the next one will be even worse.
• “You know, I could have turned you like so many of the young boys I’ve played with in other packs. Made you want to have as much sex as you could handle but you had to yelp and scream and call attention to something that wasn’t hurting you. You got my tail busted something fierce when you were twelve. I can’t begin to tell you how many males, experimenting with homosexuality, I had taken without so much as a whimper. Yet you couldn’t even handle a long but small dildo without passing out. I begged dad for years to take you out of my room. He let you win that game. Relieved me of the torture that came from not being allowed to fondle you. To rape you.”
• He pauses a moment as if he’s thinking of the best thing to do next.