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Good God, that woman was CRAZY-
Ted huddled against the side of the dog crate he was stuck inside, his body awkwardly contorted to fit, wincing each time he accidentally touched the cold metal bottom with his freshly injured hands. He pulled them into his chest, shifting so he was laying on his back. He was somehow even more uncomfortable than before, but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally hurting himself.
He sighed and pulled a hand to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose, only to bite back a yelp. So much for not accidentally hurting himself. This was going to be a rough adjustment.
Fucking puppy beans. Who the hell was crazy enough to come up with something like that?
Melissa, obviously.
Ted swore to God, when he got out of this cage, he was going to strangle that woman for what she was doing to him-
He looked back down at his mutilated hands again and winced.
So maybe Ted wasn’t going to strangle her, but he’d think of something.