Part 40 (1/2)
”Guys,” Kris snorted.
”Really.”
”Perhaps,” snarled the man on the throne, his lip curled in disdain, ”you'll find the situation less amusing after a little torture.”
”With a tampon?”
The disdain became confusion. ”What?”
”You're going to torture us with a tampon?”
Became distaste. ”Stop saying that!”
”Saying what?” Diana asked. ”Tampon?”
”Feminine hygiene product?” Kris offered.
”Maxi pad?”
”Cramps.”
”Bloating.”
”Clotting.”
”Yeah, I hate it when that happens.”
He stared at them for a long moment, eyes wide and disbelieving. ”Nice girls do not talk about those kinds of things!”
”But torture, that's okay?”
”Double standards of the patriarchy,” Kris growled.
His grip tightened on the arms of the throne to the point where already pale knuckles whitened. ”Get them out of here!”
Diana yanked at the chains securing her wrist cuffs to the wall and sighed. ”I hate to say it, but the nameless nasty was right; this is already less amusing.”
”Are they really going to torture us?” Kris panted, hanging limp and exhausted. It was fairly clear they wouldn't be able to kick, twist, or thrash their way to freedom.
”Probably.” If she only had the wand. It was times like this, chained to a wall by the nameless evil who planned to use a shopping mall to take over the world, that a few hours of unconsciousness followed by a little puking started to look good. ”First they'll leave us here to think about it for a while.”
”You know what? I'm thinking about it. And you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking I don't want to be tortured!”
”Who does?”
Kris found the strength for another yank at the chains. ”So do something!”
”Like what?” Diana demanded, sagging back against the rough rock. ”If I reach into the possibilities to free us, I break one of the big Rules. If I break a big Rule, that opens the way for them to break a big Rule and you really don't want that to happen.”
”Hey! Read my lips, I really don't want to be tortured either!”