Chapter Nine

“Is yours ready for the switch Edna?” The nasal grind of a woman’s voice grated as the bed heaved and creaked over my head before dipping dramatically.

I held my breath, trying to breathe as shallowly as I could as the sturdy hooves of the second girl goat. Or thing, came into view, stopping just inches from my head, the frayed ends of her white dress billowing slightly.

“Heh! You can say that again, wench is all but throwing herself at his highness, right cunt whore that one!” The Edna girl cackled, snorting in a way that had me wrinkling my nose with disgust.

Sheesh! So these were the workers? I was sick to my stomach when I realized it was us they were talking so carelessly about.

I suddenly wondered who’d been cooking the food the Lycan brought up all this time.

I had the distinct feeling Edna was the type to spit in someone’s food.

“Who do you think he’ll pick first?”

Silence. Deep breathing, steady, steady… oh dear, I think I’m gonna fart.

“Hard to tell Crystal, probably the