SHE•SHIFTER
She blinks.
“Do you think of me as a fool?” She opens the door to the cage, stepping closer to me, a bowl in her hand. “The only peace you’ll get, the only freedom you have, lies in this here dish. Drink from it willingly, or I force it. Which do you choose?” I prepare to keep my lips tight. She grabs hold of me, knocking me back down to the floor in which I struggled to get up from. She uses the weight of her body to hold me in place. Her fingers force my lips apart as she tries to pour this liquid down my throat. I try to spit as much of it out as possible. I wriggle around to make her miss. “Ah, you wench!” She yells at me. “No matter. I’m sure some of it managed its way in there. It will
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