Page 250 of Bride of Choice

Though everyone urged me to stay, I just wanted to go home, wash the stink of shame dust off of me, and call it a day.

Walking back to my place, the further out I went, the more I got this weird feeling like there were eyes on me. Glancing around, I didn’t see anything right off. It was as I walked along the path by the river that I spotted a shadowy figure across the way. Frowning, I called out, “I’m not in the mood for games.”

The trees overhead above the creature rustled. A sharp hiss pricked my ears. This gave me pause.

A peek of what looked like a horn poked free from the rustling trees to disappear once more. As if it was taunting me to draw closer for a better look, it slipped out of view completely yet remained rustling foliage. Fat fucking chance.

Taking a few steps back, a chill shivered up my spine as a snarl sounded in the distance.

The horn, that sound, the shadow, the whole don’t you wanna come see what’s up shit-. Before I knew what I was about, I was hot footing it to Bum-bum’s.

Rushing right up to his door, I began pounding on it. “Hey! Hey! Open up!”

Bum-bum cracked the door open, peering down at me through it.

“Who with?” he rumbled out tersely.

“What do you mean, who am I with? What does it fucking matter?! Look, did you get all of those Krampus guys after me, or are there more? I thought- I mean, I assumed-”

Bum-bum shoved his door open wide at that. The grunt he let out as he scowled down at me, to me said show me so I spun around and jerked a finger in the direction of the creature taunting me.

“Stay,” he grumbled, and would have taken off. Two steps out and he froze. Whipping around, the look on his face said, Who the fuck am I kidding, I know who I’m dealing with here. About to protest, I had my hands out, waving, backpedaling, shouting at him not to. Didn’t matter. Bum-bum plucked me up, set me inside his place, growled out, “Stay,” sternly, then slammed the door on my face.

I didn’t lose my shit until I heard the door lock behind him.

“Hey, asshole! What the hell?! You can’t just lock me up in here!” My fists pounding on the door punctuated my words. Who the hell did he think he was?!

It was no use. His new door was reinforced. This monstrosity was thick as hell. Glancing around the room, spying a well formed, orangey pink stone, phallic shape, I nabbed it up and swung it at the door like a bat. Going at it until my arms were tired and I was breathless, throat sore from cussing and putting up a fuss, I had to call it.

With a growl, I tossed the stupid thing onto his furs and shuffled my way over to his enormous, hunter on steroids, horn-adorned chair.

The fire was nice, I had to admit. Making myself right at him, I scooted a stool closer to prop my feet up on it.

Picking at the fur covered arm of his chair, I had a good look around. He hadn’t really done much with the place since I’d last laid eyes on it. Same borderline hoarder, crate looking hand-made box thingies covering nearly every corner kinda deal. Where did he find the space to construct his crazy sex statue? Assuming he’d made it here…

Speaking of weird sexual things, I wandered over to his bed to pick up that ridiculous peach monster. Examining it, wondering why he chose to make this one in a pinkish orange, I noted the difference in this one as opposed to the blue one he’d foisted upon me.

Fingers smoothing over the flanged head, I took note then. One mega stone peen was Cuddle Monster’s johnson, the other Bum-bum’s, seeing as their shapes were different, depending on which of him was inhabiting, Jekyll, Hyde, or Hydyll, their mixed middle ground.

Thinking it probably best to put that thing back where it came from, I frowned as I spun around, trying to recall where that was, exactly.

Couldn’t say I was keen on the idea of him popping back in to find me playing with a statue of his junk. Or, erm, the other side of his being’s junk statue.

Whatever.

I’ve been stuck in here for the better part of an hour or longer, I’d wager. He wasn’t going to leave me in here all fucking night, right?

The sound of the door unlocking registered before Bum-bum’s voice.

With an odd panicked feeling overtaking me, I shoved the Cuddle Monster peen behind my back.

Bum-bum threw the door open, grumbling at someone just outside. He took one step in, his gaze immediately zoning in on me. Whatever had happened, he didn’t look happy about it. Those simmering, dark eyes bore into me for a long moment before he grumbled something and Gopher briefly popped into view behind him.

“No find,” Bum-bum grunted out, his gaze freezing at a spot just over my head as he took two big steps towards me.

“Wait, what do you mean no find?” My scowl matched his as he stared at a spot just over my head.

My god, I sat in your stupid chair and moved your stool, so sue me! Maybe don’t lock me up inside your house when you're well aware I require proper supervision! Pfft!

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