"I... Dare?" Her heart was racing. The curse had to be a joke, but something about how Kyle talked was making her honestly afraid."
"A few seconds too late, Jennifer," Kyle said on the other end of the line, his smirk almost audible. "You're getting both, which is good, because I already know what I want to do to you."
"This joke isn't fucking funny any more, Kyle," Jennifer said, her voice cracking a bit. "Just give up."
Kyle continued like she hadn't spoken. "You like to think you're above us all, don't you, Jennifer? Looking down your noses at us." He spoke like he'd rehearsed this, and for a moment familiar derision cut through Jennifer's fear. What a nerd. "Well, I think it's time for a role reversal. You'll be looking up at us. And not only that - you'll be losing those pretty hands of yours. What a life you'll have to lead. Might cut you out of cheerleading - that usually involves a lot of standing up, right?"
"Kyle, seriously--"
"The only question is, what animal's limbs will you have in place of those cute hands and feet? Well, I've given it some thought, and I just really have to go with..."