Page 10 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
“Novikov,” I whispered.
“Ah, you remembered. Good girl.”
“How…long have I been asleep?”
“Seven weeks,” he said.“It was easier to induce a coma so your surgeries could be completed. You still have a long way to go in healing and me adjusting your prosthetics.”
Plural.
I blinked.
My heart jumped to my throat.
No. Surely not both.
Maybe just one. Maybe the other—
I slowly turned to see my other arm. It was the same.
The white and black tipped hoof was attached to my elbow.
“Aren’t they beautiful?”
My head snapped back to his voice.
He wasn’t a doctor. He was a fucking butcher.
“What the fuck did you do to my arms? Where are my parents? You—You can’t do this,” I said but my voice trailed off.
I had no hands.
No arms.
What else did he do to me?
“You sick evil bastard,” I screamed.“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MEEEEEEE?”
My shrill scream did nothing.
He stood there looking at the nails on his hand.
His fucking hand.
He had his fucking hands.
Both of them.
I glared at both of them.
“Are you done?”
Oh, this evil depraved sick cunt—when I—
He shoved something in my mouth. A rag. It was dry and I could feel the fibres from the cloth against my tongue.
“You’ll listen, because if you don’t. I will need to remove your tongue. If I remove your tongue I won’t be very happy, because then I would need to get you a voice box that only Moo’s. You need your tongue to moo for me.”
His lips were tight and he didn’t look very pleased.
