Page 263 of The Cruelest Undead
“Yes,” Vanth asked.
“I want you to make her cluck like a chicken every time she goes to say Logan’s name. I want her to not to be able to even say it.”
Vanth laughed.
“Ah, the Jolie treatment. I can do that,” she said, touching the woman’s head.
Only, Vanth was always extra.
When she was done, Cerise needed to make sure it worked. She saw Jolie make a woman do this, and it seemed like a good punishment since she couldn’t kill her.
“Say his name,” Cerise said.“NOW!”
The woman tried to say it, and when she opened her mouth, it wouldn’t come out. Instead, she got up, clucked, and scratched her foot on the ground.
Then, she shit herself.
Cerise stared at Vanth.
“Uh…what did you do?”
Vanth shrugged.
“She laid an egg. That’s as close as I can get. She’s not a real chicken. I’m good, but I’m not that damn good.”
Cerise started laughing.
That was priceless.
“Do you have a best friend? Need one?” she asked, grinning at the woman.
Vanth tipped her head.
“I don’t, but I could use one. Do we get to go around and do this to people?” she asked.
Before she could answer, she heard Logan’s voice.
Cerise!
My love, she’s fine. She just needs a uniform change, and some therapy. Trust me. She’ll never say your name again. And if she does…
Logan actually laughed.
You’re sadistic. Thank you for saving me, Baby. Now, hurry up and get back here. I don’t like being apart. It feels…off. I’m struggling.
She stuck her arm through Vanth’s, and wanted to get back to him.
“We have to go.”
Vanth sighed.
“I wish you’d let me eat her,” she said. Then, Vanth saw her ruined scrubs. “On second thought, I’ll get a tummy ache or E.coli. I probably should avoid that.”
Cerise just laughed.
“Get me back to my mate, bestie. We’ll find you a bad vampyre to eat later when we head to the society house.”
And that sounded like a damn good plan.
