‘Oooh, look Con, she’s an heir.’ The tentacle had turned her hand over, exposing her tattoo. ‘And a pretty one at that. What do you think?’ Another tentacle wrapped around her right hand, the tip sliding up her forearm suggestively.You can read other SFFS contributions here.
‘I’ll thank you to leave right now, or else I’ll ...’ a flattened tentacle clapped over her mouth.
‘Or else you’ll what?’ The menace in Con’s voice was unmistakable. ‘I think now’s a good time for you to keep very quiet, or else we may do more than just handle you.’
Saturday, 29 October 2011
In this week's excerpt from The Contract, Layni's struggling (not very effectively) with the talkative Helpie. Enjoy!