Very little of the silk I’d laid on him was still intact. My bugs settled on him, and began to draw out more silk, binding him.
Is “he” not doing anything about that?
Though any of the silk being on him at all does muddle it a little further. I don’t know, guys, I just… don’t trust this.
He turned our way, and his mouth opened like a ventriloquist dummy or a christmas nutcracker. It jiggled up and down, silently, mocking. Laughter without sound.
…mouth.
What mouth.
“Fucker!” Bitch screamed. Then she whistled, with a volume and pitch that could make crowds stop in their tracks. Bentley charged.
Welp, time to see what happens when you run into this trap.
The bugs I had on Mannequin began to die.
Probably not a good sign.
That took me a precious second to process. “Bitch! It’s a trap!”
And there we have it!
And hey, if you don’t count the Interlude, I was right about how long it would take before a trap came into play, too! “Perhaps we’ll see that take shape within the next two chapters,” I said, at the end of 13.1. I’m going to count that as a win.
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