Page 171 of Property of Necro
Lumbering over to thepussy shed, as they call it, Coffin acts as if I’m the most annoying person on the planet when he huffs and shoves the front door open. Following behind him, I step inside, still holding my new chicken to my chest.
It’s purple.
Every. Single. Square. Inch.
The couch. A rocking chair. The corner bookshelf full ofsmut. The desk tucked under the window, facing a line of trees and a squirrel feeder. There’s even a radio, but no television. There are empty shelves for me to fill, a soft rug covering a mosaic-tiled floor, and a ceiling fan. All purple. Varying shades. From eggplant to lilac, to whatever color Grimace from McDonald’s is. Even the artwork of Ghost Face is purple. From floor to ceiling, it’s…
Emotions clog my throat, and I must make some sort of face because Coffin curses before he shoves past me to get away before I cry.
I can’t help it.
I…
They made this for me.
For. Me.
Sola.
Me.
The… unwanted one.
A sanctuary.
An all-purple sanctuary with chickens. Therapy chickens.
I swallow and force the tears to be good.
In the corner of the room, there’s a camera—Necro’s spying device. A wet chuckle rolls up my throat as the Elvis chicken rubs its head against my chin.
Rot steps inside, slings his arm around my shoulder, and kisses my temple. “You like it?”
I point to my face. “I’m almost crying. What do you think?”
He snorts. “I think women are complicated creatures. You cry over toilet paper commercials and when aliens give their lady good dick. I can’t always tell.”
That’s true. We do.
“I’m happy. This is so…”
Rot pats my butt. “Worth a night of hot foursome sex with your guys?”
Chuckling wetly, I nudge him with my hip. “Oh. My. God. You’re such a pervert.”
“What?” He shrugs, not the least bit concerned with his horn-dog ways.
“We did that last night.” At the club, or did he already forget?
Smiling down at me, he waggles his dark, well-manicured brows. “But we haven’t done it today.”
“Ugh,” I grunt dramatically and shove Rot’s pec. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Wait.” His eyes get really big. “What did you just say?”
Oh. No.
No. No. No.
