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... s**t,” 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.”
All the boys wouldn't stop laughing and there was nothing Elowyn could do to stop it
She stiffened. Her hands clenched under the table.
“She’d probably be screaming,” one said, chuckling. “But like, the good kind of screaming.”
Someone nudged her elbow. “Don’t be weird. Laugh. You’re acting stiff.”
Before she could respond, another cad
