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here... so I’m it.”
    “You don’t want to cross her, darling.”
    “I’m not scared of Kathleen Shannard,” Tiara said.
    “You should be.”
    She laughed. “Oooo... I think I just pissed myself.”
    The man sighed and looked at me. I didn’t feel that much sympathy for the man who’d shot an electrical current into my boobs.
    “You can’t keep me here,” I said.
    “We can’t let you go,” Gary said. “So what are the alternatives?”
    “As long as she digs her own fecking grave,” Tiara said.
    “What are you actually expecting from me?” I asked. “Am I supposed to live in a horse stall and shovel muck all day?”
    “Among other things,” Gary said. “That was the main point of bringing you here, yes.”
    “And drugging the seven shades of shit out of her,” Tiara said. “But you couldn’t get that part right, Gary.”
    “Do you understand the concept of immunity?”
    Tiara knelt down and grabbed me by my chin. She stared into my eyes for a moment. “Take her back to the table,” she said. “Drug her again.”
    “I’m not doing that. She’s immune.”
    “You’d better be sure of that,” Tiara said. “What if you’re wrong? What will Ms. Shannard say then?”
    “I’m not wrong,” he said.
    “You sure?”
    “Well... it might kill her.”
    “I hope it does,” someone else said. Cadance knelt down beside me, her mouth cut and still bleeding. “Do you see what this bitch did to me?”
    “She kicked your ass,” Gary said.
    “Shut up. And pick her up.”
    “She’s gotta weigh one-forty.”
    “Shut up,” I said.
    “If she dies on the table,” Tiara said. “Well... problem solved, I guess.”
    “I suppose,” Gary said.
    He lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder.
    I decided not to bother kicking my legs like an idiot. I knew I had no way to escape. They’d drug me again, whatever that meant. And I wasn’t sure whether it would be a good thing for those drugs not to work.
    So far the other options didn’t sound too good.

    They took me back into the long building that connected the stables, Gary carrying me past over a dozen doors before they found the right one, completely identical to the others.
    Tiara unlocked it and Gary brought me to what I’m pretty sure was an operating table for horses, with a motorized crane hanging overtop and a bench with more padding than you’d expect.
    My wrists and ankles were bound to the four poles at each corner of the table, with my head hanging ever so slightly off the edge. I’d expected them to strip me down, probably from seeing too many bad cartoons of alien probing, but that didn’t happen. That’s a good thing, what with my Hello Kitty underwear; it always looks a lot cooler in the store.
    “I’m not dealing with the mess if she dies,” Gary said as he put on a pair of latex gloves.
    “Don’t worry,” Cadance said, “we’ll feed her to the pigs.”
    “Again, Cadance... that was a joke. You’d better not poison my pigs with all the crap I’m about to shoot into this girl.”
    “You’re not making me feel good about this,” I said.
    “It could be worse,” Tiara said.
    “It will be worse,” Cadance said. “I’ll make sure of that.”
    “Hold her by the neck,” Gary said. “You, Cadance. And Tiara... try to pin her elbows. She needs to be still.”
    The girls held me down and it hurt like hell.
    I didn’t fight it. I’ve given enough blood to know that there’s no upside to making someone miss your vein.
    Gary took out a syringe and injected a light green fluid into my arm.
    I laid on the table and waited, not that I had any other choice.
    He watched me. I wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see.
    He licked his lips again.
    Cadance kept her grip on my neck, pressing harder than she needed to but apparently a tiny bit less than it’d take to kill me.
    “Now what?” I gasped.
    “Nothing,” Gary said.
    No one did anything for almost a full minute, aside from Cadance’s continuing squeeze on