Missy - Turns a man into a living rug

Ragged, disoriented, his head buzzing with the after effects of being drugged, Mandeville staggered into the clubroom. There was a phone in there. There had to be a phone in there. And there it was, on the card table. He looked from left to right, decided to risk the open, and staggered towards it.

At which point a colossal dart shot into his left buttock.

Mandeville gasped in agony and toppled forward onto his front. Fire surged through his veins. A crossbow thudded onto the carpet beside him, and a voice spoke to him.

‘Tut tut, you’ve fallen in the wrong place, you clumsy goose.’

Mandeville felt himself grabbed by the ankles and dragged towards the fire. It was roasting hot. He tried to flinch away. He couldn’t move. And yet his legs and arms were being carefully, deliberately shifted.

‘I’m just rearranging you. The first time I poisoned you, that was just a temporary paralysis so that you’d all shut up. The second time was knock-out drops. Now I’ve embalmed you. You’ll make a lovely wee rug for ages and ages. And you’ll be awake for all of them.’

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The Missy Chronicles: Dismemberment