Grue shut the kitchen door behind us, and for a moment, all was dark, quiet and still.
Bitch and her dogs were all lying together on and around the couch, Bitch’s hand on Angelica’s head, where the dog lay just below her. Only Angelica’s eye was open – Bitch and the other three dogs had their eyes closed. Angelica’s excess flesh had been shed and deposited on the floor as she shrunk down to her natural size.
Eurgh. I forgot that was part of the deal.
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I wonder if it’s edible? I know that’s a weird leap to make, but here’s the middle step: It seems like Bitch can produce theoretically unlimited amounts of this flesh as long as she has a dog, time and enough energy herself to use her power. In an absolute crisis, if the monster flesh is edible, that amounts to essentially growing renewable food on the dogs.
It looked like Bitch had kicked most of it one corner of the living room; blood and other fluids streaked the carpet between the base of the couch and the corner.
What a nice living room, eh?
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