Councilwoman One - Part 7 - Preview

The Monarch doesn’t know what’s worse, the pain from being pistol-whipped by his archnemesis' guard dog or the smell of the homeless guy who had been sleeping on his shoulder on the train ride home. Looking in the mirror, he winces, touching the edge of his busted lower lip. The shower has already been running for ten minutes, yet there's no hot water...unbeknownst to him, having already been used up by his wife and henchman.

Monarch: Sweetie, do we have any Bactine? So gonna get infected.

Down the hall Sheila and Gary remain frozen in place, not quite knowing what to do. Gary’s fight or flight response is screaming at him to flee, visions of the monarch torturing him in all manner of gruesome ways. Shelia’s imagination, however, isn't so graphic…she and her husband are swingers after all. In every instance, however, she's always asked before acting. 

Well, every instance….save for one.

Read the story and see what that one instance will end up costing the goof doctor at the $5 tier level.  :D

Original Sketch by Omiiverse

Commissioned by Phillipthe2