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he felt comfortable with within his private twenty thousand square foot chamber deep in the NAUASC underground
     quarters.
    “She shall look so beautiful for the wedding,” a female midget with a face twisted up like a Mack truck had run over it a
     few times, said from one side of the slowly turning woman. She was hardly more than in her late teens and her eyes weren’t
     really focused on anything. But her mouth was set in terror as if her face knew she was scared shit-less, even though her
     brain was numbed out by several drugs that the Dwarf had injected into her.
    “Yes, the wedding,” other voices repeated beneath the overly bright lights of the chamber.
    “Oh thank you all for your compliments,” the Dwarf said, bowing from side to side from his wheelchair. “For I too am delighted
     by my imminent wedding. And by the beauty of my blushing bride.” Blushing was hardly the word for it. The girl’s face was
     flushed like she’d been in the sun all day long from the drugs she was on, a side effect of the mind-altering chemicals.
    “Now we must complete the bridal gown design,” the female dwarf said, squealing as she hopped around on the floor reaching
     out to touch the naked girl, whose hands were over her pubic area, shy even in a state of near mind-lessness.
    “Yes, begin the fitting,” the Dwarf squealed in a high-pitched voice, and the place erupted in merriment. Materials and scissors
     were brought out and all kinds of fitting and cutting of fabrics went on for an hour as the Dwarf looked on with a most contented
     smile across his pushed-in face. At last the white satin dress and trim were all tucked into place with pins and needles and
     the girl’s hair was pulled back and done up into the style the Dwarf liked— one he had chosen after looking through a number
     of old bridal magazines. It was his first and only marriage. He wanted things to go—so nicely. And for his bride to look her
     most beautiful.
    “Yes, yes, it is excellent,” the Dwarf laughed, slamming his stumps against one another so they thwacked together with fleshy
     sounds right in front of his face. “And now the rose, the black rose—bring it out.” A three-armed man walked solemnly out
     holding a golden tray. With one hand holding the tray, and one raising the cover, the third hand lifted a black rose and reached
     out and pinned it to April’s shoulder. It was black as midnight, black as oil that had slept in the very center of the earth.
     It looked, to the Dwarf’s and the rest of the assemblage’s eyes anyway, so lovely against the virgin white of the bridal gown.
    “Yes, she is a picture of my divine dream,” Dwarf said softly. For the Dwarf had had a dream years before of his bride-to-be.
     The woman who would someday bear his children to carry on with the empire that he was creating. A son who would rule the world.
     And she would be the mother of the thing, of the monster that the Dwarf knew would surely emerge.
    “Come to me my lovely,” he said, sitting back in the wheelchair, as a dark smile flickered back and forth across his mouth.
     She was led slowly over by two elephant-faced twins to the Dwarf until she stood just a few inches away and was level with
     the misshapen handless and legless monstrosity standing up on his stumps in the chair. He looked deep into her eyes like he
     was searching for something.
    “Do not be afraid my child,” the Dwarf said softly. “No harm shall come to you.”
    “I am afraid,” she replied so softly it was hard to hear. But he had heard.
    “No, no,” the Dwarf laughed. “You will see, my precious. You will be rich and powerful beyond all dreams. Being the wife of
     the Dwarf shall make you the most powerful woman on the planet. Together we shall rule, you shall bear my children.” Even
     in the midst of her drug-induced half trance, the words seemed to do something to April, for she looked like she was going
     to puke suddenly and her face turned as white