Alex looked at John with pure hatred. He was just the kind of boy she hated most. There was no way she could EVER let him wear the ring. Not HIM, she thought again, ANYONE but him, inadvertently cancelling the part of her previous command to the ring referring to Becca.
“But John!” Becca gasped in shock as he gripped Alex’s wrist and started roughly pulling it off her hand. “But you can’t have it. It’s mine, and it’s a GIRL’S ring!”
He looked at her with disdain. “I don't care if it’s a monkey’s dick ring! If it’s got the kind of power you've been talking about, then I’m the one who should have it! Not you.”
Meanwhile, Alex was screaming in pain as John had carelessly broken her finger. The ring was off Alex’s hand and was balanced between John’s thumb and forefinger. He was about to transfer it to his pinkie, when, consistent with Alex’s last command, it popped out of his hand and into the air. He caught it, but as he got ready again to slip it onto his finger it slipped out again, bounced off a stone, landed in the road and rolled downhill until it hit a speed bump, popped into the air and into the hand of ...
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