Dream Mate
They weren’t getting hurt or causing trouble if they were with me laughing.
“Make one more obnoxious sound, drag your feet, rattle your shackles, and I’ll gut you.” Shit Witch sneered, pointing her index finger at me.
If I could, I’d give her the biggest toothiest grin possible. It didn’t take much to piss her off. Good to know. I can work with that. I’m going to make this bitch regret ever being born. I took her threat with a grain of salt; they wanted us to talk. If they didn’t need us alive, we’d already be dead. So, I started humming my version of Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead! from The Wizard of OZ.