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“Who? Who did this?”
“I don’t know. They wore masks, but one of them had a woodpecker tattoo on his wrist. I saw it as he brought his hand down to shut my mouth. Never forgot it.”
“A woodpecker. I think…” My mind couldn’t finish the thought.
“Anyway,” Wren continued, “It was some nazi group. They’d been harassing my family and our store for months at night. They must’ve seen I was alone that night and … got bold.”
“I-I had no idea, Wren. But what does this have to do with you being here?” I asked, my voice dropping.
“They didn’t call the police or an ambulance when they were done, Tiff. They only left because something spooked them. That’s why I’m alive,” she said. “That something was a Milk van from Sunshine Sanctuary.”
“We were doing a delivery. One of my men radioed about her,” Carter interjected. “So we brought her here. Our medical facilities are better than anything the town could offer.”
I blinked. When he handed me the pictures, I saw Wren. She was beaten badly; a broken jaw, fractured skull bones, and bruises all over. The pictures all showed her in a clinical room very much like the one I woke up in after being branded. I looked at Wren now. Not a scar. Not a single mark from the assault.
“They healed you?”
“They did what they could with normal options. Then, when that wasn’t enough, they injected me with things and my body healed itself the rest of the way. Not just healed, but improved.”
She juggled her massive tits, to make her point. “Not just breasts, you know? I’m giddy all the time. Not dumb; I’m still smart. I just feel … Right as rain all day, every day.”
“Must be nice,” I said bitterly.
Susan took the pictures from my hand. She gave Wren a kiss. Wren blushed as she kissed her back. They loved each other. I hated that I believed it, but I did.
“So,” Carter stepped in, “that’s what I want to give you, Tiffany. I won’t erase anything about you, just enhance. Make you feel better.”
“But I-”
“I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to,” he interrupted me, “but it would mean a lot to me if you did.”
I sighed. I looked at Wren and Susan, trading whispers and butterfly secrets despite how Wren had just talked about horrific trauma. Being able to leave that behind so easily sounded nice. If it came with bigger tits - Well, mine were pretty big already - maybe that was a price I could pay.
“Fine, Carter. I’ll do it.”
“My sweet calf,” he praised while pulling me close.
He kissed me. It was intense, passionate. His tongue flirted and stroked mine, his lips molded to mine. Every flick and stroke, the way his breath filled me and his body pressed into me drove me crazy. I almost came from that alone. I was still stunned when he pulled back.
“I need to go. Dr. Yan will take good care of you. Great things are happening, Tiff,” Carter said, stepping out as I sat back down.
Wren sat beside me to hold my hand while the doctor prepared the needles under Susan’s gaze. I bit my lip. There weremanyinjections, apparently. Each one a soft sting; one needle to each of my thighs, then three on each breast. One was so close to my nipple, I winced and almost fainted. Thankfully, after just a couple of minutes, it was done.
“How do you feel?” Dr. Yan asked.
“Dizzy,” I said. “Nauseous. I think that’s from my fear of needles more than anything.”
“For someone afraid, you did well,” Dr. Yan complimented, closing her briefcase and getting up. “The effects should start soon.”
“What will happen?”
Wren giggled. “You’ll see.”
Susan and Dr. Yan looked at each other, as they left us alone on the porch together. We sat in silence for a long time, my head resting on Wren’s shoulder as she held my hand.
“So, Carter,” she teased in a sing-song voice, “He really loves you, huh?”
“He’s hot and cold, I can’t figure him out.”
