I Didn’t Go Blonde For This

By: Alexis McGuinness

Staying in this position for the 9.5 hours the warlord was away took a level of exertion no human possessed. As she pivoted ever so slightly to her right hip – enough to get the blood back to her left buttock, but not enough to be discernible to the human eye – she contemplated what the “child” demon would demand of her tonight. The demeaning high pitched ventriloquism. The banal reenactments of domestic chores that included patting that inane dog. The best she could hope for was to not be abandoned in this position tomorrow tonight.

God, let it not be.

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