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Warning: Naughty language, somewhat mild sexual content

Chapter 3: Questions, faces, and softness

Mary found herself lying on top of a broad chest, trailing her fingers lazily over the soft, teal fur of its chest. Catching it in her delicate, female hands, she giggled as she gently tugged it, tickling the back of her hand. Warmth making its way into the palms of her hands, feeling the muscular flesh twitch under her small, friendly, innocent ministrations. His face contorting into one of content pleasure, she light heartedly smiled, placing both of her hands on each side of his face, pulling him up to meet her face. Lidded blue eyes locking onto brown, doe eyes, both breathing puffs of air, eyes never leaving their gaze, lips pursing involuntarily, faces nearing, rough, calloused hands coming over the tops of soft, pliable hands, breathing each other's air. Lips grazing...

Boo awoke with a jerk. She felt her forehead smashing into another, wider, textured forehead. She mumbled an incoherent phrase of pain as she rubbed her eyes with one hand, the other coming up to massage her aching head.

Randall's little plan to scare her awake had apparently backfired on him. He now had a more noticeable headache on top of another. He glared, silently cursing to himself, down at Boo. He snarled at her feeble form, shying away from his searing gaze.

"You bitch, you did that on purpose!" He snarled, bearing his sharp teeth.

"Yes, I obviously planned to jolt up from a deep sleep and headbut you extremely hard." She snorted. "Randall, piece whatever's left of your scrambled mind together." She dismissed him with a wave of her hand in his face.

He grabbed her wrist wrist with his strong tail, gripping her other hand with one of his four hands.

"Believe me, seeing your bedhead first thing in the morning wasn't a part of my plan." He snapped, she scoffed, blowing a misconstrued strand out of her face, sighing when she realized her hair must have come undone. However, another lost hairband was the least of her worries at this point in time. She cheered mentally when she realized that her hands and feet were now united and free, well, at least her feet, anyway.

"Yeah, I have a bedhead and morning breath times ten, right now. See anymore flaws you wanna point out, Randy?" She snarled at the big reptilian monster, upper lip curling in fake, yet real, disgust. He smirked and tightened his hold, making her whimper quietly.

"Yes, actually, but right now, I suppose I should let you know what I plan to do with you. Or would you prefer to continue our colorful banter?" He cooed, as if talking to an ignorant child.

"The sooner I can be out of your grasp, better yet, your presence, the better." She snapped coldly, subconsciously flashing her dull teeth, bitting every word. She flinched as her brought down one of his hands on the table behind him, hearing the splintering of wood, she coward further into the couch. She would trade her position right now for a filthy prison cell. If only she could transport herself to a faraway place...

She awoke from her deep thoughts with a rumbling chuckle, resounding throughout the whole room. He slowly brought her hand enclosed in hand up to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles.

"All will be revealed in time, my sweet. In good time..." He trailed off, reaching behind him, bring a needle to her thigh, bending down to kiss the spot he has chosen, he dragged his thin lips over the hauntingly pale skin of her tender flesh, sucking the spot he chose gently, she gasped lightly at the new sensation, slapping the right side of his flat head with her hand, desperately trying to make him release her leg, and in a flash, he drove the needle into her fragile skin, injecting her with a sedative.

"Sleep well, my sweet, naive child." He crooned as she was dragged under yet again by the drugs coursing through her body, her heart pumping lazily in her ears, fading slowly in blackness yet again.

Randall snapped open his phone, typing in a number, listening to it ring.

"Hello, Randall." Rasped a cold voice on the other end.

"She's ready. Come now." He calmly droned into the phone, snapping it shut when he finished uttering the last syllable.

"Soon, Mary Gibbs, soon..." He smirked, exiting the room, lighting a cigarette.