Curious Cat

Nadia fidgeted around the hall, pacing like a cat that just dodged a bucket of water.

The chaos of the whole cock-slicing, knight-stomping incident still lingered in her chest, but more than anything, relief washed over her. Relief... and maybe a touch of shame.

She hated admitting it, but despite trusting Artis and his oh-so-blunt revelations about her dad being a useless drunk and a magnet for shitty "friends," there had been tiny, nagging doubts in the back of her mind.

Little dust bunnies of suspicion that whispered, What if he's wrong? Well, those doubts were officially dead—sliced to bits and punted into oblivion, just like the knight's manhood.

From the other room, she could hear her father shuffling around like the indecisive little worm he was. Probably mustering up the energy to make his first real decision in his entire pathetic life.