Chapter 14

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"I-I need more cheese," Lexi whimpered nervously, avoiding eye contact.
"Go ask Moiste," Jennica ordered impatiently.
"N-No! I can't dare disturb the Great Master!" Lexi protested.
"SLAVES!" Moiste boomed, slamming her large sledgehammer down on the ground to get the attention of all. The fat slaves turned to face her, quivering.
"Wow, she said slaves," Jennica commented. Her pointing out the obvious skills were on point today.
"I have an issue to uptake with all of you. Recently there has been a mass fast food thievage. It has come to my attention that the culprit is one of you scornful pr*cks. Admit now or I will murder all of you slowly, painfully, gothly," Moiste threatened.
"I-It was me, your highness," Lexi admitted, hanging her large head.
Moiste sauteed down the holy aisle to where her slave stood trembling. "Oh, really? Hehe. What a fool you are, large one. Are you aware that this crime will bring the attention to all on our organization?" she chuckled.
"Yes. But I needed cheese," Lexi reasoned.
Moiste lifted Lexi into the air, strangling her. The fat otherkin kicked feebly, but she knew she was nothing compared to the power of the Great Goth One. "Fool. I could end your existence in a heartbeat. Those who dare break my law, my rules of behavior of the fat society, may consider themselves dead," she hissed.
"U-Unhand her!" Jennica protested, meekly slapping Moiste with a binder.
With a crash, Moiste blasted the binder into millions of pieces with her flame laser hand. She threw Lexi into a tub of fries.
"I smell fries," Jennica commented.
"Yes. I just disposed of the brute in the fries," Moiste chuckled.
"Yeah, I know. I have a strong nose, runs in the family," Jennica agreed.
Lexi weakly climbed out of the fry pit. Jennica tried to give her a hand but just clawed her with her inhumanely and nonsensically long nails.
"Soon, we will be great," Moiste said.
"I thought we were already great," Jennica argued, pointing out the not true but kind of obvious in a not true way.
Moiste chuckled. Soon she would turn on her subjects and dominate all. The fools beneath her were just mere stepping stones. In reality, something greater lay ahead.

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