I have to keep from killing him when he gets here, Kitten. No father should allow what he did, even if the person doing the training was gentle.”
“It’s done, and I’m good with His Majesty’s sentence for Mike. I don’t know if I’ll want to physically pour more water in myself, or whether I should just stay out of it. I need to consider that, before I decide.”
“Do you understand how death by enema works?”
I nodded. It’d been in a POW book I’d once read. The author had watched one of his fellow soldiers have to go through the aftermath, which was a slow, torturous death. They’d offered his buddy a quick death for information, but he’d never given it. Since that hadn’t worked, the enemy had used non-lethal torture on the man who wrote the book, and it’d gone on for months, but he hadn’t given the information they wanted, either. “So much water goes in, the bowels burst. Infection sets up in the abdominal cavity, and death doesn’t come quickly. It’s a horrible way to die.”
“Shapeshifters don’t die from infections, Kitten. To kill a shapeshifter, once the bowels burst, you put silver in the water and keep forcing it in, until the bowels burst and then until it breaks through the diaphragm, so the silver makes it to the heart. He’ll have to put a large butt plug in and then secure it, so the force of the water inside builds up enough pressure to burst through into the chest cavity.”
I stared at him, taking a few seconds to fully comprehend what he was saying. I was horrified by the act, but still completely okay with Mike dying this way. He’d violated me — and other young teens — and enjoyed it, and now he’d die a humiliating death where he was horribly violated and couldn’t stop it. It was harsh, but I approved. I wasn’t sure I wanted to watch it, but I wasn’t going to argue for mercy for the bastard, either.
“Okay. Thanks for explaining.”
He leaned his head down and rested his forehead on mine. “I expected you to be horrified, and I find myself a little concerned that you aren’t, but the wolf is dancing and celebrating and high-fiving you inside me.”
I chuckled. “I adore your wolf.”
“The feeling is mutual, Kitten. We adore your tiger.”
As much as I wanted to relax in his arms, there was something I needed to know. I climbed the steps, walked down the hallway, and climbed to the third floor. There were only two rooms up here, the two largest in the house, and they’d belonged to me and my oldest brother. I walked to the doorway to my room and looked inside. It was still my room.
Squatch stood behind me and kissed the top of my head. “He was holding it for you, waiting for you to come home.”
“This isn’t my home anymore. He should let one of my brothers have the room.”
“How long do kids in the ambush live at home?”
“Sometimes forever. If they move out, it’s usually when they have kids they’ll raise. Usually they stay home even when they have kids, though.”
“Is there anything you’d like to get from your room?”
I looked around and considered the question. There were a few things that meant something to me — artwork, awards, a pair of comfy pajamas — but they were all a part of the past I’d left behind, and I wanted it to stay in my rear view mirror. I couldn’t do that if I brought my past into my present.
“No. We should go back downstairs and wait for His Majesty.”
“Are there pictures of you as a girl?”
I nodded. “Feel free to look through my room. There are albums on the bookshelf. Please leave the albums, but you can take pictures of the pictures, if you like. I have no secrets from you anymore.”
When His Majesty brought my father home, I was frying five pounds of bacon and had three huge pans of meatloaf in the oven. I’d been bored and hungry, so I started cooking.
“Did you lose someone on your way?” His Majesty asked.
I shook my head. “He’s looking at old photo albums in my old bedroom. I told him to spend as much time looking through my room as he wanted. I have no more secrets from him.” I looked to my father. “You should let one of my brothers have the room. They probably resent that it’s being used for storage.”