He froze in place as the serpent rubbed up against his cold, pale cheek. In truth he did not mind snakes; They were charming and cunning, and they made a nice meal every once in a while. However, one attached to a woman’s head was another matter entirely, and it made him feel like a cornered, wounded shrew.
“M-m-m-” He tried to speak. His lungs then strangled the air out from his soul, and his stomach empty itself onto the gorgon’s shoes. Toad brought himself onto his knees, his eyes looked at the rotten bile, if only for a second that lasted more than a thousandth of what it was.
Then, the world then caved in on him, and he passed out onto the cement, his face landing in a pool of sewage water, plashing the gorgon’s feet yet again. If he had to die now, at least he would not be awake to go through it.
“They always s–" say that. She had meant to comment on his stuttering, but with a sudden downpour of warm and chunky liquid had her choked up on her words. It was as if her own powers turned against her. The smell was revolting but it was not that which unleashed her rage.
"These are my favorite stilettos, you pestilent piece of shit!” She kicked his head with the now sodden stilettos and her snakes all hissed and shuffled against each other, her skin had turned very mildly green. With a firm hand, she grabbed him from his shirt collar and dragged him through the streets. It was very soon that she realized two things; one, dragging a body through Chicago wasn’t particularly ideal, and two, pulling a body along in heels was rather awkward. So she slipped them off, slung the pair on one hand, and dragged the filthy creature in the other. Keeping him away from the street’s view, she hailed a cab.
“Where you headed, Ma'am?” The cabbie asked.
She flashed him a look with her eyes and the man turned ashen and froze altogether. “One thousand bucks, easy,” she murmured, tugging him out of the driver’s seat and placing him in the back. She then laid the goblin with his head on the stone lap of Em’s latest masterpiece. With everything in order, she drove off to her penthouse apartment.
The son of the landlord, a mid-20s gentleman, was the only one who knew her capabilities. She sworn him to secrecy with a bit of extra cash and a threat that should he cross her, he would be her prize piece, what with a jawline like his. “Kyle,” she called as she entered the lavish lobby of her apartment.
“It’s…Kyce, Madam Em,” he answered, placing his uniform hat on the counter. He eyed her lack of footwear once before his eyes shot back up to her shaded eyes. He knew better not to ask questions. “Is there anything I can assist you with tonight?"
"I have a new art piece and a… special guest in the cab. Would you mind using the service elevator and be discreet as always?"
"Of course, Madam."
"Be warned. He’s rather filthy. I would hate to get any of that on my floors. There are instructions in the cab for you as well.” That’s all she said as she made the rest of the way into the lobby and to the elevators in the back.
Within ten minutes, Medusa had the cabbie sitting on a marble block and her guest tied to a chair sans his clothing. She hummed Lana Del Ray as she picked out nail polish from her vanity. She was now wearing a white chiffon dress and royal green heels. Of course, she didn’t care if the creature had come to, she had more important things to attend to. Plus she wanted him to simmer in that horrid smell he was covered in for just a little while longer.
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