Torture in the form of an old-fashioned marionette show.
"Genie!What did you do?"
My body trembles at the scene playing out in front of my confused eyes.
Puppet shows scare the hell out of me on a good day. I was not having a good day.
I reach
(more)my hand out as if I can stop the slaughter and mayhem from inside this bottle but Green-Genie apparently has other plans for me.
One of his beefy hands grabs my arm,yanking me away from the multitude of scenes playing out in front of me in hologram form.
My skin begins to sizzle and burn wherever he touches me. Microscopic blisters form letters,then words,a message perhaps. Too bad I can't understand Sanskrit.
"Bad Kitty," he growls,"you know better than to call me'Genie'little girl!"
He tugs an invisible leash around my neck,yanking me hard against him. His flesh is icy heat against mine and my skin bubbles at each point of contact.
"Please," I look up at him pleadingly,his eyes are pinwheels of color spinning, making me dizzy.
Salty beads of sweat drip down my forehead stinging my eyes. I blink them away, my gaze held captive by his and I can feel him inside me, probing my mind.
"Not much in there," he sniffs my hair then pushes me away, finding me lacking.
"You have balls Catt, I gotta give you that," his voice was less menacing,almost a hint of admiration mixed in with all his other emotions.
I can't seem to get a handle on him.
He's moodier than I am during a Full Moon and it's so damn hot in here I'm finding it hard to breathe.
"Look Toots,suck it up and watch what happens next."
His claws draw blood as he forces my face toward the horror before me.(less)
