Page 231 - The Grotesque Children's Book

“Help, help!” she mock-cried, pounding his chest with kitten paws. “Guards! Save me
from this brute!”

“Your guards are my guards before they're yours. You don't think I dismissed them
before I entered your chambers?”

“Then I am utterly in your control?”
“You are utterly in my control.”
“Hooray!” she twittered, and he felt her tremble throughout her entire body, as she clung
to him. A shiver; a palpable temperature change.
Then she spat on his head.
“Wh-what did you do that for!?” he yelped.
“I didn't do anything. You're in utter control, remember. That spitting was entirely of
your own doing.”
“I'll do you entirely!” he bellowed with laughter, and whirled her off to the bedroom, and
the world was restored again at last.

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