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wicked old witch hag turned
young and beautiful witch
at the end and took a shit in
flower pot in the solar of a
grand castle. Then… she got to
go home!
Her pert little nose scrunched
in disgust. What was that
smell… and why are they
yelling? Lily had no idea where
she was. She did know that
someone needed to shut the
damn light OFF. Even before
she opened her eyes they were
rioting to be buried under the
pillow. The nearby shrieking
had her opening them just
enough to see the plastic
arguing with Adonis! Holy hell
he was hot!
And then Lily remembered.
She remembered the dream,
most especially the very end
of the dream, where she had
relieved herself in a pot in the
castle and realized that part
was most assuredly not a
dream. How horrifying. She
had just messed herself in
front of Adonis. It was when
she fled to the bathroom and
had to snatch the IV from her
arm that she realized she was
in the hospital.
Hospitals were NOT good.
Hospital officials would dig
until they found out her true
identity and her parents would
be here within hours. Already
the two outside were arguing
about going after someone
named Margaret. Lily wasted
no time in showering, dressing
and trucking right on out of the
hospital. She managed to slip
past the Adonis (male nurse)
and straight out the front
doors. Easy peasy. Only she
found herself in the middle of a
Sons and Bastards street fight
just blocks from the hospital
and landed herself right back
in the hospital - this time with
a gunshot wound added to the
mix. A few drops of Morphine
and the tingly little fingertips
had her right back inside the
Gormare.
They actually came for her
this time. A woman swathed
like an Iraqi and a man in
chains - twice her size. Judging
from the way they threw her
face first onto the stage they
wanted her to dance again.
This time Lily was pissed.
Something about the man/
slave got under her skin -
maybe it was the gyrations or
taunting gestures indicative
of fucking her that he kept
sending her? She really had
no idea what she was doing,
but she knew she was not
getting off the stage without
some sort of show. So she
took her fury out on a poor
little spider that just happened
to be trouncing across her
stage. Smashing it to a pulp
beneath her feet Lily started
what she hoped was some sort
of aboriginal rain dance around
the spider. At this point she
really did not care if she looked
ridiculous. Her fury poured
into the dance. This time she
stalked off stage after giving
the man a few choice words
that she was sure he would not
understand no one stopped
her.
Lily was not having the
greatest time in this place they
called Gor. She did not fit in.
She was more an outcast here
than she had been anywhere
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