Page 225 of Psycho Beasts

Memories flashed through my mind.

I’d told Cobra I loved him after he told me I was his possession and he owned me.

Oh my god, I’m their bitch.

I proceeded to learn a very important lesson: it’s impossible to strangle yourself with toilet paper.

I yelled with frustration when the damn paper ripped for the tenth time right when I was starting to get some good pressure, and a woman’s voice called out, “Are you okay in there?”

I groaned, “Why is it so soft and pliable but so easily broken?”

“What?”

“By the holy sun god, just let me die in slutty shame.”

My toilet lady got angry. “Oh please, we both know there’s no such thing as a slut.”

I wailed, aware that I was being melodramatic but unable to stop myself.

“But what do you call a woman who gets violently fucked by four men and enjoys it?” I shuddered. “Like really violently, and like really enjoyed it. I can’t emphasize enough how much enjoyment.” I paused. “And how much violence.” I coughed. “Whatever you’re picturing, make it twenty times worse.” I coughed harder. “As concerning as possible.”

My toilet savior sighed. “I’d say she was one lucky woman.”

I breathed deeply and composed myself. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now.”

I pushed open the stall, and my savior stared back at me.

Turned out female empowerment came in the form of a four-foot-tall woman wearing a leather suit with holes cut out around the nipples.

“You’re so wise,” I said gravely.

“Oh my god, you’re the girl who was just on the platform!” She slapped my arm with surprising strength. “Bitch, I’ve never seen four more attractive men in my entire life. If you don’t want them, I’ll take them.”

I laughed.

She didn’t.

“My name is Jenny, and I live in the financial district around Third Street. Tell them I’m here every weekend.”

“Um.” I pursed my lips, unsure what was happening.

“Thank you so much. You’re the best.” Jenny gave me a hug. “Tell them they can find me by the back exit sign. I’ll be waiting for them.” She smiled and pranced out of the bathroom.

I narrowed my bloodshot eyes in the mirror as I splashed cold water on my face.

What had just happened?

Had I just set the men up with another woman?

I scrubbed my face, wondering how things had gotten so confusing.

On one hand, I wanted to attack Jenny for even looking at the men, but on the other hand, I felt bad because she was looking forward to them and she’d helped me out of a dark place.

It was a pickle.

“That’s the women’s restrooms!” Dean’s voice yelled outside, and I jumped in surprise.

“I know. Just go back to the stairs. I’ll meet you there later. Don’t interrupt me,” a voice snarled back. I recognized it, but I couldn’t place it.

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