Page 5 of Voodoo Plantation

There is what was once a white block wall on each side of the path or driveway. Many of the blocks are broken, and weeds have overtaken them. A wide pathway lined with trees gives everything an eerie feel. Diesel grabs my hand, catching me off guard and causing me to scream. The assholes all start to cackle at me.

“Come on, let’s go check this place out.” Diesel says excitedly, tugging on my hand to get my feet moving.

The vegetation has completely taken over, and tree branches hang over the driveway. It makes walking difficult due to the vines and fallen branches everywhere. No doubt, this place was formidable when it was new and maintained.

“What is this place anyway?” I whisper, unsure I want that answer.

“It’s called Voodoo Plantation,” Brier says in what is supposed to be a spooky voice.

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end at her words.

Chapter 8

Angevyn

“Wh-why is it ca-called that?” I stutter out.

“Rumor is that a Voodoo Priestess and her mate, who was a Voodoo Priest, lived here. They wreaked all kinds of havoc. They had a dedicated set of followers who would cause all kinds of trouble. Tourists would venture out here and end up missing,” Torque says, unconcerned.

“And you say that this place is haunted? By Who?” I ask.

“According to legend, a white witch placed a hex on Monsieur Clovys. He is supposed to be the spirit that watches over this place.”

I stop walking. Since Diesel still has a hold of my hand, we both stumble. The three of them turn around to face me.

“I want to understand this correctly.” My voice shakes, pointing a finger at each of them in turn. “The three of you want to willingly walk into a house that used to belong to a couple that practices Voodoo? That is supposedly watched after by the man himself,” I say in shock. Shaking my head vigorously—not that I think they can see it—I turn around to head back to the motorcycles.

I don’t get more than a few steps when Diesel tosses me over his shoulder.

“Come on, babe. It won’t be that bad,” Diesel states, laughing.

Diesel doesn’t set me down until we reach the steps to the dilapidated porch. The large columns supporting the roof are wrapped in vines. Cautiously, we climb the stairs and approach the front door.

The door is ajar, hanging crooked on rusty hinges. As Torque pushes it open, the creak of the door reverberates through the foyer. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, a nervousness filling my body.

“Guys, can we please leave?” I plead. “I have areallybad feeling about this.”

Brier, Torque, and Diesel ignore me as they move farther into the home, tugging me along. We move into a large room to the right. Moth-eaten curtains frame the broken windows on the far side of the room. As Torque and Brier step farther into the room, the crunching of glass sounds. Shining my flashlight to the ceiling, the light catches on a glass chandelier that looks like it will fall at any moment, pieces of it missing.

“Let’s go check out the upstairs,” Diesel says, a discernable look on his face.

Before I can argue, Torque tosses Brier over his shoulder, running from the room. His heavy footfalls can be heard on the stairs, echoing through the empty home. Diesel takes my hand, leading me from the room. Taking the stairs on the right side ofthe foyer one at a time, I expect to fall through the deteriorating wood.

Somehow, we make it to the second floor unscathed. Brier is giggling from behind one of the closed doors. Diesel leads me to another room, walking through a giant cobweb as we step across the threshold. Letting out a soft squeal, I jump around, wiping the web from my face and clothing. My antics cause Diesel to chuckle.

“I am glad you find this amusing, Diesel. I don’t want to be here.”

Instead of acknowledging my fear, he pulls me into his arms. As Diesel nibbles on my neck, he moves me backward until we reach the edge of what I assume is a bed. As Diesel lets me go, his hands move to my waist, slowly pushing my shirt over my head. He tosses it aside, my bra following immediately after.

Diesel massages my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, causing me to moan. Diesel tends to get rough during sex, and I have found that I like it… alot. Bending my back slightly, Diesel urges my body backward. Looking up, the form of a canopy above our heads can be seen in the shadows. As my back hits the soft surface, dust billows around us, causing us to cough. I wave my hand around a little bit to disperse it.

Diesel brings me back to him with a hard bite to my neck. His hands move to the waistband of my jeans. Popping the button, he works them off of my body, baring me to him. Once I am exposed, Diesel runs a finger through my wet folds. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he rubs my clit with his thumb. My back bows off the bed. Just before I reach my climax, Diesel stands up. The tell-tale noise of his zipper, followed by the crinkle of foil, can be heard.

I don’t have long to wait until he slams into me, causing me to cry out. Diesel gives me a minute to adjust to his size before he begins pounding. It doesn’t take long for me to cry out his nameas my orgasm peaks. Diesel releases a soft moan as my pussy squeezes his cock.

“Give me another one, babe.” He growls out as he moves faster, chasing his own orgasm.

Diesel alternates between rubbing, pinching, and tugging on my clit. It isn’t long before I come again. Diesel moans loudly as he reaches his own climax, his hips stuttering. He bends down, giving me a long, languid kiss.

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