Chapter Twenty-Two
“Had it been in my hands and your boyfriend's fidgety fingers found contact, he wouldn’t have lived to be stitched.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“You’ve been moping like a depressed mutt for a week in hopes that you’ll be granted permission for a panty sniff.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Don’t speak on my wishes in such a way. Are you so eager to piss me off, Wendy?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“I’ve just received a visit from the Liege Lord demanding your whereabouts. What the fuck have you done?”