“Your father has asked me to do a lot of things, and this is my least favorite he’s assigned me to. I have to assure you though, that you and your siblings-and your mother-will soon be safe. But I cannot deny him, he wants me to pup you.” Nadia’s stomach turned to ice and her blood ran cold. “I’m sure you don’t want me to, and I’m interested in someone else. But please do not make this difficult. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
Every curse word possible ran through Nadia’s mind. She stared with surprise and dread into those orange suns. Finally she let out a resigned sigh. “Okay. Yeah. Whatever.” She stepped aside to let him in. All she could hear was the pounding of her pulse in her ears. What was she doing? But then again, this was going to happen whether she liked it or not. Nadia was trying not to cry. Suddenly, she crumpled to the ground, crying out in pain. A pair of beautiful green wings slowly grew from her back. Two antennae sprouted out of Nadia’s forehead. It was over as soon as it had arrived. She looked up at Wendigo.
“Please do not tell me I am a f u c k i n g moth.”

“She tied you to a kitchen chair; she broke your throne and she cut your hair!”