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Tommy moved back from the woman. Harrison was naked and
eager. He leaped forward only to be knocked to the floor. Tommy glanced at Carl.
“You’re next.”
Sprawled against the wall, the shon:gili glanced at them. He pushed to his feet. The animal
stretched, yawning with his tongue curling from his muzzle. He sniffed the
woman. Bleeding bite marks covered the side of her face and left breast. She
whimpered, her eyes wide, staring at the shon:gili.
The battered face turned away, and Carl saw where Tommy chewed the flesh from one
cheek.
He reared up on the squat hind legs and instead took the
whiskey from Tommy’s hand.
“No.”
“You sure, Carl? She’s a lot of fun.”
Growls rumbling in the deep chest, the shon:gili turned away to the wall.
Scowling, Tommy motioned at Harrison while the shon:gili
tipped the bottle up and let the whiskey funnel down his throat, but the dulling
grace of alcohol never touched Carl. The girl cried out and shuddered. Tears ran
from the shon:gili’s blinded, staring eyes.
God, get me out of
here. Send me to Hell if you want. Just get me out of here . . . Please.
The first twinge of change raced through the shon:gili.
Carl screamed, and the shon:gili
collapsed on the stained floor mats, twisting even as Carl’s spirit shrieked
in torment in the bitter depths of Hell’s black fires.
With a shout of pure horror, Benny shot from the bed. Eyes
wide and hands shaking, he stared around the room. His chest collapsed, and sweat
ran from him to dribble onto the floor. Benny checked his body, looking in
wonder at his hands and belly. The skin was whole. No black crisps of skin
curling back from raw, red meat.
Carl’s screams still shrieked in his ears and
Benny sagged to his haunches, wrapping his arms around his knees. He stared at
the black hole that was the doorway.
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