========================================= Put together ========================================= Chapter 7: Cruel games ========================================= Amy felt like in one of those dreams, where something horrible is right behind you, just outside your field of vision, and you try to run away - but somehow no matter how hard you try you aren't moving and its gaining more and more until you suddenly wake up sweaty and shaking. Only this wasn't a dream, and she knew she wouldn't wake up. But the feeling of being paralyzed was just the same - her muscles responded to her commands but with her joints separated and her limbs dispersed throughout the room, nothing moved! She wanted to scream, but she didn't dare to. Her muzzle wasn't on her head. In fact it felt like it wasn't even in one piece. One of her eyes was however, but no matter how she strained to look behind, the terrier girl was just in the dead spot behind, looming over her and Jack's dispersed pieces. From what she talked - the target of that monologue was apparently Jack - she figured that the girl must be Jack's ex. "It's really a joke that you didn't even exchange the lock, you know. Didn't you think I could have made myself a spare key? You're so pathetic and clueless its almost funny, just look at you. You're all over the place!" She giggled at her poor joke. The girl was holding Jack's head in her hand and gloating like a comic book supervillain. Amy finally could see the terrier again as she stepped around and held his head up so Jack could see the dispersed mess from her point of view. She was clothed in designer brand clothes - pricey, but not fitting her figure very well. They actually made her look cheap. Her attitude reminded her a bit of Casey, just much worse, and older. Amy thought, If they hadn't been different species, the two could as well have been related. "I could have told you, hanging out with that high school cunt wouldn't be any good for you, but no, you thought you could live without me." The reason why Jack didn't answer was because his muzzle had been split in two. His nose and his upper lips were somewhere in front of Amy, his lower jaw and his tongue were somewhere else. And apparently he couldn't speak like that. Maybe he could have grunted or whimpered but Amy could understand that he refrained of giving that bitch the satisfaction. Jack hadn't talked a lot about his previous affairs, but he had hinted that the last one had ended up sour. Amy now understood why. What had her name been again? Lucie? No, he had mentioned it once though... Lydia! Her name was Lydia. Amy followed her with her eye - more or less the only motion she was capable of. She felt for her teeth with her tongue. They were there. So was the upper half of her mouth. She could have talked then, maybe, but now she didn't think she wanted to get Lydia's attention. Her nose was elsewhere though, somewhere dusty. The dust tickled her nostrils and she switched to breathing through her half open lips. If she could only see where her nose and muzzle were. "Let's see if we can get you more presentable. That's your chest isn't it?" Lydia picked up something. Amy didn't feel it, so apparently it was indeed Jack's. Lydia took her time to collect together bits that she thought were Jack's. She could still feel the sensation on his detached dick that had been briefly hers. She wondered how long that would last. From what she could see Lydia had reassembled Jack's muzzle, including tongue and all. Jack still didn't say a word, he just glared at Lydia with defiance. The canine didn't seem to mind. "Is that your leg? I don't think you need that." She put Jack's thigh aside on the desk "...but you do look nicer with those..." She attached the antlers to Jack's head. Amy's antlers. Then jack got ears, one of which also was Amy's. Couldn't Lydia tell the difference or did she do that on purpose? A painful grunt could be heard from Jack and Amy tried to see what had happened. "Ooops, I think I stepped on your eye. You really shouldn't let these lay around everywhere. Hmm, still looks good, lets put that back in there..." Jack's eye got squeezed back into its socket. It looked painful - deliberately so. Jack bared his teeth but still didn't say anything. He just glared at Lydia. Amy started to feel really glad that the cube protected them from harm. Lydia definitely didn't seem to care if she caused injury or damage. "There's so much gunk laying around here, I can't even find the rest of you. Lets get that cleaned up, shall we?" she left for the kitchen and came back with a garbage bag. The first thing she picked up was Amy's head. For her she was apparently trash to be thrown out. Amy was dropped in the bag and hit the floor with a thud. The bag was translucent, she could still see Lydia, although distorted and milky through the wrinkled plastic. Her other eye was still under the closet, she only saw Lydia's shoes from there. Next came her thighs, then her hips, and of course her torso. Then something squishy. It took her a bit to realize it was one of her boobs. She barely felt the sensation. Yes of course! Those had been on Jack all night. But there still was some sensation on them, although fainter than normal. Did that mean they both felt these sensations then? Or was it slowly coming back to her? She didn't know. Lydia closed the bag after all bigger bits were in. The lower legs weren't hers, they were Jack's. Instead her shins and hooves were on the table with Jack's parts. An entire arm was also not hers. How could Lydia possibly have mixed those up? Jack was much more muscular than her, or was he? She felt her own upper arm picked up and stuck on Jack. It did look different than Jack's other, but to Amy's surprise there wasn't *that* much difference. Had she become that athletic in a single year? On Jack's male torso they looked natural enough to fool the terrier female. Her hands and fingers however were more delicate and quite obviously female. Those all remained in pieces on the floor for now. Instead Lydia grabbed Amy's bag and dragged it to the kitchen where she placed her next to the trash bin. Then she went back to the bedroom, armed with a broom and a dustpan. Amy heard Lydia step back in the bedroom, from her ear on Jack's head. She also saw the shadow of Lydia's legs from under the closet. And then she felt the broom! What was left sprawled across the floor was swept effortlessly into the dustpan like rubbish. Her muzzle, her other ear, her nose, hand and fingers, and also quite a few bits that were most likely Jack's. Lydia went back in the kitchen, but then stopped and picked something out of the pan. Amy tried to see what it was. It wasn't one of her parts, or was it? She felt the faintest of sensations between her legs, as if something had brushed against her clit, almost drowned out by the sensation of cold desk against the tip of Jack's cock which she still felt quite prominently. The thing simply refused to go limp. But, did that mean she could actually feel both pieces at once? Jack sucked in air through his nose and shivered. Amy heard and felt that, thanks to her arm and her ear attached to him. Of course, if she felt a faint echo of the sensation on her vagina, Jack, who had 'worn' it all night, would be feeling every detail, every touch quite pronounced! But what was Lydia doing with it? Amy couldn't see it from within the plastic bag under the kitchen counter, right next to the garbage bin. A garbage bin that Lydia soon opened with her foot, to empty the dustpan into it. She banged it against the bin side to shake loose the contents and Amy felt her fingers, hands, muzzle and nose tumble into the bin and land wetly in the kitchen garbage. Jack must have neglected to bring it outside for days. It stank moldy and felt squishy, and with both her muzzle and her nose in there, there was no possibility to escape the stench - especially as Lydia lifted her foot from the lever and the lid closed with a bang. 'No, please, not like this!' Amy had been close to tears already, now that she was stuffed literally in the garbage bin, she couldn't hold them back. She felt so helpless, what would this crazy bitch do next? Let the garbage truck take her and have her end up in the compactor? She had to do something, anything! Lydia either didn't hear the sobbing sounds from the trashbin or deliberately ignored them. She moved through Jack's kitchen as if she owned the place, took a bottle of coke out of the fridge and drank some, then rummaged through his drawers until she found a large knife. Jack whimpered in the other room. Amy hadn't been able to see it when Lydia had bound him, but he was held onto his desk chair by a few loops of rope under his arms and around his chest, which were knotted together behind the chair's back rest. His arms ended at the elbows and his legs ended at the knees so all he could do was wiggle. His dick was in front of him on the desk, still erect and throbbing, but he hardly felt it. Instead he felt Amy's vagina in Lydias grasp - over in the kitchen on the chopping board. And then he felt the cold blade of the knife against it! "Now this is weird!" Lydia proclaimed and looked at the fresh cut. She had expected blood or at least raw flesh. But instead, the little ball of fur had separated neatly in the middle, the cut surface was skin and even fur, cleanly separated, no injury. As if it had always been like that. "Creepy." she mumbled and cut again, and again. Then suddenly she jumped back. "Yuck, gross! Now that's just sick!" Jack's suppressed bellow could be heard from the other room, and a thud. A pool of clear sticky liquids had formed on the cutting board. Lydia quickly scraped the bits and slices that had been Amy's vagina unto a plate, before she hurried back to Jack's room to see what had happened. But Jack hadn't gotten far. He was still bound to the chair. Only the chair had fallen over. "Oh Jack! You can't run away from me anymore, you should know better by now." Jack only glared at her with a mixture of horror, hate and embarrassment, but Lydia seemed to bask in that type of affection. "See, I'm being so nice to you, I even let you taste that cunt's pussy one last time before I bring out your trash, don't you like that?" Amy heard both those words and the terrier girl's mean laughter that followed. "No, please don't" - her voice echoed hollow in the metallic trash bin and she got something moldy in her mouth. It made it harshly obvious how little begging could help her in her situation. Jack didn't do much better. He pressed his lips together and glared at Lydia in defiance. "Oh come on, if you are a good boy I might even let you have your own cock for dessert, how is that?" When Jack remained uncooperative she just laughed and grabbed his snout in her fingers. Of course it came off and remained in her hand. "Now that is convenient. Look, I'm going to feed you." With those words she forced his lips and teeth apart, squeezed his tongue out of the way, then dropped the first piece from the plate into his mouth. Like Amy before he could feel his own tongue's touch on the sensitive flesh, and he desperately tried to fight both gravity and Lydia. But when she tilted his muzzle backwards and shook it, right in front of his eyes, his gulp reflex took over. "There, wasn't that bad, was it? I so understand you, I wouldn't want to eat that either. Tomorrow I'll feed you something more tasty. I still have that leftover pizza from the day you left me. I kept it for you. It only got a little bit moldy since!" "You crazy bitch!" Jack glared at her with hatred and close to tears as he felt the sensation of a piece of Amy's vagina sliding down his esophagus. She seemed to have waited for a remark like this. With a delighted grin she smacked her fist into his muzzle which she held in her other hand, then glared in his face as he grimaced in pain. "Please, call me that again, I so love doing this. What am I?" "You're batshit insane!" "Always the gentleman, here have another piece." she forced the next bit into his mouth. The worst thing was that he could still feel what he just ate. A sensation that would normally have brought him close to climax, if he hadn't known what caused it. But of course Lydia couldn't, mustn't ever know that! He just glared at her and tried to hide his arousal behind a grimace of hate. Amy heard everything and saw most of it. At least Amy's shoes and Jack's helpless snoutless figure bound to the chair, still on the ground. The rest she had no troubles imagining. Desperately she tried to move her arms, her legs, her fingers, anything! And finally, something in the semi liquid surroundings of the trash bin stirred. It was one of her fingers that touched her palm by chance, but it stuck. She couldn't see it, she could only feel, but her left hand suddenly had a finger again! And with that she could move! Slide and rummage through the trash bin, where there must be more loose parts! After all most of her fingers were in there. But finding them blind, and just by the touch of her various bits was a daring task. It took her minutes to pull her newly assembled hand with one finger around until she found a second piece, and then longer until it aligned with its socket. Worse, it had only two digits; her fingertip was somewhere else. She got a break when she found a thumb. It was her left thumb that now went on her right hand but Amy didn't complain, she was happy for every bit of moving limb! Her hand crawled around like a spider and accumulated more and more bits that she just forced to fuse unto her knuckles or her wrist - whether it belonged there or not - until she accidentally pushed her nose into the murky liquids that had accumulated in parts of the trash bin. The disgusting liquid invaded her nostrils and she instinctively opened her mouth to breathe instead. A mistake which promptly had her take a mouth full of the filth. Coughing and sputtering could be heard from the bin and she had to fight the panic of suffocating in trash while she tried to lever her muzzle just a tiny bit higher. Of course, Uncle Joe had told her that nothing could permanently harm her in her state, but at this very moment with her senses overwhelmed by the stench that was of little relief to her. When she finally got her nose pulled back above the murk, she saw Lydia come walking by. She had Jack in her arms like a teddy bear. Amy had the sudden feeling she was running out of time. "Let's move to my place, shall we? I promise I'll take good care of you. And don't worry about the landlord, that guy doesn't give a shit. He might throw away your junk when he comes in a month or two to evict you after you didn't pay the rent. Or maybe he's gonna auction it, who knows?" she said as if talking to a doll or toy "Now stay nice and silent while I clean up your trash behind you, will you?" Amy wondered why he wasn't speaking back or called for help. Was he too afraid of Lydia? Or was he afraid someone else would find out about their situation? Or had Lydia done something to his muzzle? Either way, she had the doomed feeling that 'cleaning up the trash' meant nothing good for her. She had to get out of the bin, and fast. Climbing to the top wasn't even that hard, the bin was full enough after all. Pushing the lid open was more tricky, but her fingers had the strength to force herself between lid and rim. Once outside she had the huge advantage that she could now see her hand - her fur soaked in moldy half rotten vegetable bits - with everything that she had managed to find. Two thumbs, several fingers from both hands, some with four and more digits, an ear, and almost her nose. She had placed her nose to the back of her wrist, but it got stuck on the bin's rim as it squeezed shut. She could feel the wet sensation as it fell back inside and landed in the smelly junk. There was no time though, she could hear the door open. She had to hide! Amy's hand crawled alongside the closets to the fridge, like an ugly spider. From there she thought she could escape out the door once Lydia was gone again, and underneath she couldn't be seen. Lydia opened the trash bin once more. She wrapped the black plastic bag inside with a knot and pulled it out. It was dripping, leaking tiny stinking drops, and Lydia didn't even bother dragging it downstairs. Instead she opened the kitchen window and hurled the disgusting bag out with a routine that suggested she had disposed trash from there before. Amy's bits tumbled inside it, during the short span of weightlessness, then the bag smashed into the open garbage container that stood the apartment blocks courtyard. The plastic ripped and parts of its contents spilled over the stinking garbage that was already half filling the container. Amy's nose tumbled somewhere in between and a new assortment of smells assaulted her. All she could do was stare from inside the other plastic bag and feel the weird sensations of how it was to be garbage. Likely Jack felt it too, he had enough of his bits in there as well after all. For a second, Amy thought Lydia would throw the other bag out the window too, but apparently she knew better than throw a translucent bag with easily recognizable parts of a person down there. Instead she carried Amy's bag and another empty one to the other room. Then she filled the empty bag with the remaining bits, Jack's cock, bits of arms and legs from the table, wrapped it tightly and then stuck both bags into Jack's sports bag. The zipper went shut and the world went dark. Amy could feel herself, her head getting carried and placed somewhere, but there she had no ears to hear and no nose to smell. Her one eye was useless in the dark confines, that left her with nothing but her sense of balance and she could only guess that she ended up in the car's trunk, as the ear on Jack's head picked up the trunk being slammed shut a second later. Then Lydia drove away. Chapter 8: Forgotten pieces ========================================= *Plock* Amy's fingers hit wood. It was likely another door frame, she couldn't tell for sure. For minutes she had tried to get across from the kitchen to Jack's bedroom. The only room where she could see something, but feeling her way around blind was hard. It was made more difficult by the fact that she was only a hand. Like from a horror movie, if not even too grotesque for that. She had six fingers, two of them double length with more than 4 digits that made it look like a spider's fangs. Two thumbs had attached to either side of her palm somehow, one from her left and one from her right hand. Coordinating them was tricky, most of the time she just dragged one of them behind. An ear was stuck on her hand as well, she could hear the tiny tipping noises of her fingers crawling over the floor in Jack's apartment. And the sound of tapping against wood. Was this the bedroom door? 'Please, please make it be open!' She sent a silent prayer to whatever powers might be. Under the closet in the bedroom was Amy's eyeball. She could see the dusty underside of the closet and parts of the room's floor from underneath the closet, but she couldn't see the door which was standing open by just an inch. Nor did she see the outworldish creature that squeezed through and then dragged itself along the wall, until it hit the bed post. It's long feeler-like fingers touched the wooden frame, as its mind - stashed miles away in a car trunk - tried to make out what it was feeling. Something moved in the garbage container outside, where her nose, muzzle and various other bits had landed. Amy couldn't tell what it was, she tried to ignore it. She had no clue what bit of furniture she had just found, it could have been something in the kitchen after all. No, the kitchen and bathroom had tiles, this room had wooden floor. It had to be the bedroom! The hideous creature scampered away from the wall and through the room, diagonally. That's when Amy finally saw the longed-for shadow move in the corner of her vision. A few more finger-steps, and she beheld sight of her creation. Happily she scampered towards her eye, under the closet, finally seeing what she was doing. The magpie hopped down into the freshly spilled garbage contents in the open container. It had just found a piece of pepper, only slightly moldy on one side, and gobbled it down. Now the bird was looking for more. It's eyes fell on something pink and soft and it made a few steps over the squishy gunk. One bird claw clenched around Amy's nostril as it stepped on her detached nose. Amy had just managed to place her eye on her palm, right between her longest fingers. At first she thought she'd have to keep it clenched between her fingers, but as she discovered, her eyeball attached itself as if this had been its natural socket. She could even move it left and right and look around. A weird perspective from close to the floor, but it was so much an improvement over being blind. The sensation on her nose caught her off guard. She sneezed, and it went away. What was that? Her mind tried to make sense of the sensation. Something had pinched her nose! Her eye looked around for the nearest window, but the one in the bedroom went to the wrong side. She'd have to move to the kitchen to look down where the garbage had previously been thrown. The magpie had fluttered back up on the rim on the garbage container and now looked around, intrigued but also wary of the sneezing container contents. Curiosity finally won over caution as nothing else happened. It hopped back down and approached that nose once more. Amy felt the bird beak pinch her nose. "Ouch!" she yelled. The bird promptly fluttered back up and again perched on the top of the container - in safe distance to her muzzle where the sound had come from. The magpie tilted its head and tried to make sense out of this weird talking garbage. The kitchen window was closed. But the very bin that Amy had been dumped in provided a stairstep that she thought she could use to jump on. Jumping however was not something her hand was good at. She managed to propel herself upwards, but barely enough that her extra long furry fingers could could pull herself on top of the lid. The next jump was even more daring, from the bin unto the kitchen workbench. Amy's fingers clenched against the wood, but slipped, and she tumbled back down and landed on her back. Or rather, the back of her hand. She had to try again. The magpie listened to Amy's breath and her grunts as she strained to get to the table. This was definitely weird, but also interesting, for the bird. However the magpie was also still hungry and its gaze resumed searched for anything edible in the trash. The bird jumped back down, this time avoiding the place where Amy's scary muzzle had landed, and stalked to the other side of the half-spilled bag instead. Jack's kitchen window finally slid open a crack. Amy squeezed through and unto the windowsill. She remembered how many stories Jack's apartment was high, she had climbed all the stairs after all. Carefully she approached the edge. A fire ladder went down nearby but there was no way she could use it in her current form. From her place it went straight down into the abyss. Deep below stood the metal garbage container, the bag with her bits half spilled on top of other garbage. She could clearly see the bird stalking the junk, its neck outstretched as it was inspecting something. From up here she couldn't make out what it was. "Shoo, go away!" she spoke. The sound came from her muzzle way below in the container, her words barely reached her own ears. The bird made a step back, but then started to investigate the same piece once more. Amy had no choice, she had to go down there, and fast. 'At least I know I can't be hurt like this' she thought. She would have closed her eye if she had had an eye lid, but that wasn't the case, so she had to stare the abyss down as she jumped. Air rushed past her, and the ground grew larger and larger, but without the normal sense of 'falling' - her head was far away in Lydia's car - it felt artificial, almost like a computer game. The impact was very real tough. Luckily she had aimed right. At first it looked as if she had jumped too short and would impact the rim of the container, but as she fell closer the dark plastic of the garbage bag came to greet her. It softened her fall with a heavy thud, and more of its contents spilled forth. The magpie saw her falling from the corner of its vision. Instinct told it to fly away, but, not without her food! Already in the process of jumping up and spreading its wings, its beak snapped down and picked up the pink fleshy piece it had spotted earlier, then flew up cawing in triumph as Amy's hand tried to get up from the garbage. In its beak it held what she could now clearly make out as a nipple. Her nipple. And although Jack had 'worn' her breasts during the night, she still faintly felt the beak's squeeze on her as the bird flew up to the nearest tree. "No! come back you bloody bird, that's mine!" Amy's muzzle complained, but the bird didn't care much as it approached its nest. It placed the nipple down there and picked at it, expecting to taste flesh, but there was no blood, and the thing was too big to swallow. But it was nicely soft, it still made nice cushioning material for its nest. The magpie rearranged the feathers and various items in the nest, to make room for the new collectible. Amongst a key someone had lost, two shiny bits of tinfoil paper there were several magpie down feathers. Amy's nipple now went right to the center, to cushion the eggs that were about to hatch. "Come back damnit!" Amy was almost screaming. But the bird couldn't care less for the voice below. An elderly lady opened the window a story above and glanced down for the source of the voice. Her mane was grey, and her eyes weren't the best, so the she-wolf luckily couldn't make out Amy's hand and muzzle in the trash as what they were. But she did notice the magpie cawing back from the tree. "Are you stealing things again?" the old lady yelled. The magpie cawed back, mockingly. "I want my key back, or there'll be no seeds next winter, you hear me?". Another caw, then the window slid shut again. Amy kept herself motionless on the garbage, like a thrown away halloween toy, until the window slid close again. 'OK, no yelling in the courtyard'. she told herself. 'I just hope this bird doesn't eat my nipple.' The thought was weirdly intriguing, of course she didn't want that to happen, but at the same time the thought of it also made her wonder what would happen. She blinked that thought away. 'OK Amy, stay calm, you can't get that one back right now anyway. Better get those other pieces somewhere safe before someone else sees them.' Amy waited until the courtyard was back in silence, then started searching through the garbage that had spilled from the bag. Finding her own pieces was not that hard, she could feel the movement when she got close to a part of herself. The tricky part was not missing any of Jack's bits. And she didn't know how many there were. ... Lydia had placed Jack in her bedroom. Once more the stag was bound to a chair, and once more his limbs, or what Lydia thought where his limbs, were placed tauntingly close but out of reach on her bed. Including his cock. Only his upper arms she had left him, but they were useless, ending where the elbows should have been. Besides he couldn't move one of them, as it was Amy's. He had heard most of what had happened in the garbage container, after all one of his own ears was in the pile, and he also heard Amy's voice. But he didn't dare speak to her until he heard the door lock behind Lydia and was sure she was away. "Amy, can you hear me?" Amy's ear on his head twitched. "I can hear you there, my ear must be close to your mouth somewhere. Lydia left, but I can't move, she bound me." He heard the noises of Amy's fingers as she searched and sorted the garbage. Amy used an empty bag to collect all of their pieces that she found. She also put her other nipple there. "Where is it, am I close?" "You're getting closer, no, now you are moving away, the other side." "Here? Ah, I got it." Jack felt Amy's fingers on his ear, felt it picked up, then dragged over to where the other pieces where. "Are you whole? Can you get help?" Amy laughed. "Whole? I'm a muzzle, a nose, and a little pet monster with one eye that I made from my hand and a few fingers. Lydia has the rest of me in a bag, I think it's in her car. Did she just start driving again? Where are you?" "I'm in her bedroom. She left me here, but I only have arm and leg stumps. And one of my arms is yours, I can feel you move it." Amy giggled. "Sorry about that. It's just so confusing. In a few hours you'll probably feel it like if it was yours, I can still feel your dick from last night." Said limb was on Lydia's bed. Meanwhile it was limp. "I'm so sorry Amy, she...." he gulped, not sure how to bring this up. "she made me eat your vag'." Jack could still feel it, sliding around inside his stomach, getting kneaded and squeezed by his bowels, and he couldn't stop it. Worse, his own stomach movements turned this into sexual torture that he couldn't stop. "I swallowed it in pieces." His confession had a tone of voice, much like a husband would tell his wife 'I just accidently drove over our little child in front of the house.' sorrowful, hopeless and guilty. He didn't know how she would respond, if she would freak out, or is she would hate him for it. He didn't hear a response from Amy for a few seconds. Weirdly enough, though his eyes caught a movement. It was his dick on the bed, and it was twitching and growing firm. "It's OK, I know, I heard it all. I know she forced you to." Amy's voice originated somewhere close to his missing ear. "Remember, I... we, can't be harmed like this. It's probably going to come back out fine, one way or another." Jack blushed at that thought. He had feared the worst, that he would be digesting her vag, worse that he'd have to feel it happen, and could never give it back to her, never again pleasure her. Instead of course she was right - it was harmless, and he had been stupid for fearing all that. She even seemed to be turned on by this judging by his erect detached cock, which, after all, responded primarily to her thoughts right now. Of course, her vagina would just come back out later, when he needed to go... Jack's thoughts derailed when he suddenly realized a potential problem. "Amy, I think, I'm missing my pucker." "Your what?" "My... my asshole, my anus. It's not where its supposed to be." he blushed even more. Something rustled, apparently Amy was moving her fingers through some of the garbage bag. Then suddenly he felt her finger. Right under his tail. Except that his tail was on him, and the other part was not. "Don't worry, its right here!" Amy cheered. "I think I got nearly all of us, there's not much else left in this garbage bag but rotten veggies. I'm gonna search again, and then hide all our pieces somewhere safe. Do you have any idea where Lydia might be bringing the rest of us?" Jack didn't. He shook his head, then realized she couldn't see that. "She drove off. She's likely gonna dump them somewhere where she thinks they won't be found soon. Maybe you can tell when she gets you out of the car? Can you see?" For now Amy didn't see anything. She still had one eye in her head, but that was stuck in the dark bag in the car's trunk. She had only seen a little bit of light when Lydia had taken out Jack's pieces, but for now Lydia was still driving, with a lot of stops. Maybe she had been caught in traffic or something? That was good, it meant she hadn't gotten too far from town. Amy wished she had ears there, but all she could hear was the chirp of the birds near her spider-hand, and Jack's calm breathing. Then finally the car stopped. The trunk opened and Lydia took out the bag. Amy blinked into the light, She could make out trees. Many trees, it was a narrow forest road that Lydia had been driving on. Lydia dragged Amy's bag of limbs along as she walked off the path and into the forest. Amy feared the worst, being dumped somewhere in the middle of nowhere. But just when Lydia opened the bag, to actually throw its contents into a ditch, Amy's mood suddenly brightened. "Yes! I know where I am!" "Where?" Jack asked, hearing her voice. "She went to the little forest behind the old papermill. I was there a few times, running. Now she's throwing us down a trench, can you feel that?" It was Jack's arm that was hurled down, and yes, he could. Next was Amy's head. Lydia held her up and grinned at her as she recognized Amy's one eye staring back at her, then she threw said head as strong as she could, without a word or hesitation, as if she was indeed just a rotten fruit to get rid off. "Ouch!" Amy hit a tree and landed on the forest floor with a thud and slightly dizzy. Her hip followed as well, and so did her leg which landed in a cold muddy puddle. Amy cursed. But her upper torso, and some other pieces were still in the bag when Lydia wrapped it closed once more and turned around for her car. "No! You bitch, come back!" Amy whined as she saw Lydia disappear. "What happened?" Jack asked. "She's only dumped some of us, I don't know where she's bringing the rest!" It took several more minutes of driving in the car, then Amy finally felt her chest hit some hard surface where it remained motionless. Lydia had thrown the entire bag out somewhere and the two deer had not the slightest clue where...