Elowyn’s stomach turned. She lowered her spoon and tried to shrink into herself. But there was no escape.

One of the boys beside her slapped the table hard.

“If I ever saw an unlucky girl here... shit,” he said with a grin, “I’m grabbing her legs like this—”

He mimicked the motion crudely.

Everyone in the dining hall laughed.

“And I’m taking the mouth,” another joined in, “like real fast. I don’t care what she looks like—she’d become pretty after.”

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