Chapter 47: A Million Dollars
I fell asleep that night to Jennifer muttering to herself about how the electric garbage disposal worked if there was no electricity in the house. Her incessant mumblings were starting to make me cranky.
The garbage disposal worked not because it was powered by electricity but because it was powered by magic. It really was that simple. She needed to pay a pound of flesh for the mansion, and she had. Now, nothing anyone did would make that garbage disposal work again.
In contrast, the price that Fleur had to pay was simply choking on her food every few bites. But unlike Jennifer, she didn’t bitch and complain about it; she just continued eating. It wasn’t like she had asked for a crap ton of food, either. Just enough to take the edge of hunger off.
She wasn’t Greedy, so her price wasn’t steep.
"Could someone shut her up?" grunted one of the other women as she rolled over under the blanket. All of the women were lined up on the floor, side by side, with only a single blanket covering all of us.
It wasn’t that bad if you were in the center; no matter what, you were guaranteed to be covered, but the women on the ends needed to fight for every last bit of cloth.
"Fuck off," hissed Jennifer. I guess she was on her road to recovery if she could afford the energy to curse people out. "I lost my fucking hand."
"Clearly, God was watching over you," sneered yet another woman. "I kind of wish he took your tongue instead. That might be the only way to get you to shut up."
There was a snort of laughter as Jennifer screeched under the blanket. Yeah, she really wasn’t making any friends.