Liquidation: From Big Boss to Bloody Demon Sauce Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Good Boy?

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"You abandoned me for an entire month, and now you are just kicking me out?!" I vibrated, pushing every ounce of my will into the air to force the syllables out. It took a tremendous amount of effort just to manipulate the ambient frequencies to speak, but the indignation of being treated like an unwanted piece of luggage demanded it. Instead of answering me, or offering any semblance of a strategic briefing, Luriel simply rolled her eyes. With a dismissive, almost lazy flick of her wrist, a violent pulse of kinetic energy slammed into my core. My puddle of a body was instantly scooped up by an invisible shovel and flung violently out into the castle's sprawling courtyard. I slapped against the cold, jagged cobblestones with a wet, humiliating splat , my form scattering slightly before I desperately pulled my gelatinous edges back together to maintain my structural integrity. "And in that time you have accomplished nothing. Just be thankful that I don't just kill you myself," Luriel sneered. Her voice echoed from outside of my narrow field of view, which, given my current lack of optical nerves, was limited to a murky, 15-foot radius of sensory perception around my body. Grrrr! The low, rumbling growl that vibrated through the stones to my left was soon identified by a shifting mass of shadows. A massive, heavily muscled creature was slowly stalking in my direction. As it stepped into the dim, blood-red ambient light of the courtyard, the details became terrifyingly clear. Two distinct, oversized canine heads sat atop a torso built like a tank, covered in a patchwork of matted gray and brown fur. Both heads possessed jaws that could effortlessly snap a steel girder, and right now, both sets of yellow, jagged teeth were bared directly at me. Thick, viscous saliva dripped from their lips, hissing softly as it hit the stone. My mind raced, frantically calculating the variables and searching for an angle, an exploit, or any viable defensive maneuver. Luriel wasn't entirely wrong about my lack of outward progress, but my lack of improvement over the last thirty days was certainly not for a lack of trying. I had audited every square inch of my new biological structure, trying to understand the physics of being a sentient liquid. Still, it was clear from the heavy, final thud of the castle's iron-wrought doors slamming shut in the distance that the negotiations were over. I was getting absolutely no help from that insufferable, winged bitch. That meant I was facing a severe deficit. I needed to either defeat this monster—an unlikely prospect given I currently had the offensive capabilities of spilled jam—or find a way to evade it. My only other option was to get slurped up, chewed on, or whatever gruesome fate this beast had planned for me when it inevitably closed the distance. "Good boy?" I called out futilely, vibrating the air in a desperate attempt at diplomacy. To my absolute surprise, the beast actually stopped. Its massive, clawed paws ground to a halt on the cobblestones. Twisting both of its heavy, scarred heads down to look directly at my red-and-white form, the creature paused. My mind raced into overdrive, wondering if I had somehow tapped into a universal command algorithm for this world's fauna. "Sit?" When the words left my body, the courtyard momentarily plunged into a surreal silence. To my astonishment, the beast's menacing, dual-toned growl completely ceased. It cocked both its heads to the side in unison, a highly comical look of sheer, unadulterated confusion spilling across its snarling maws. It looked at me like I was a puzzle it didn't quite know how to solve. And then, slowly, with a heavy shifting of muscle and bone, just like a well-behaved pet, it dropped its hindquarters and sat right in front of me. It towered high above my puddle-like state, maintaining a piercing, highly inquisitive double gaze. For a few fleeting seconds, absolute silence reigned in the red-tinted, oppressive courtyard of the castle.