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“Happy Birthday,” he whispers.

As we lie there, catching our breath, Brier screams as Torque shouts from the other room. Before we register what is happening, Diesel is ripped from my body, an unseen force pinning him in place.

I try to sit up and find myself frozen, only able to move my eyes. An eerie voice sounds through the room.

“Scorpion, so glad to see you.”

Chapter 9

Angevyn

The lights come on suddenly, causing me to squint at the brightness. My brows draw down in confusion. Based on how Torque and Diesel explained this place earlier, it hadn’t been used in years. So, it made no sense that there was electricity now.

The feeling of hands on my body brings me back to the present, causing my eyes to fly open despite the bright light. Several cloaked figures are in the room, hands in the air as they mutter some type of chant in an unfamiliar language.

I look at Diesel, noticing his head hanging limp as several figures move his body from the room. His dick is still hanging out of his jeans, which brings awareness of my own nudity.Quickly, I try to cover myself, but whatever they have done to me has left me immobile.

“Do not worry, Scorpion, Eskòpyon. Ou pa bezwen rad.”You don’t need clothes.

Who is Scorpion?

Several of the cloaked figures move me off of the bed. As we move into the hallway toward the stairs, the room Brier and Torque are in has blood covering every visible surface, their limp bodies lying together. I let out a wail, or at least try to. Tears run down my face as I realize that they are both dead.

The group makes their way out to the back of the house. Candles are everywhere and create enough light to see. Diesel is on his knees, tied to a post, his arms behind his back. There is a gag in his mouth, and he tries to struggle to no avail.

A dark-skinned woman approaches me, running a finger down my cheek and along my jaw. Her heavy accent makes understanding her difficult.

“My girl, you have found your way to me. Mwen ka pote lanmou mwen tounen nan vivan an.”I can bring my love back to the living.

Chapter 10

Angevyn

Cloaked figures approach me, glass bottles and bowls of liquid in their hands. Keeping my focus on Diesel, I try to ignore what is happening around me. The smell of charred wood and earth permeates the air. My eyes unwillingly follow the trail of smoke to find a large circle and several symbols burned into the ground. My eyes widen in panic.

A rough material scratches my skin, and an oily fluid runs over my body. The pungent odor causes my eyes to tear. As one of the people moves to clean between my legs, wiping away the arousal from just a short time ago, the dark-skinned woman yells out, causing a halt in their movements.

“Non!”No.Sharp eyes glare at the person before me. “Pa manyen.”Do not touch.

The woman’s eyes rake over my exposed flesh when she approaches me.

“I am Ma’dam Austeen, Voodoo Priestess.” Her accented voice grows louder as she speaks, raising her arms to the sky as she says her name. The candle flames get higher as if she commanded them to.

“You, my Eskòpyon, are the key. My Lanmou,love, will be with me soon.”

Ma’dam Austeen steps away from me, letting her followers continue to wipe my body down. Glancing at Diesel, I find his eyes glued to me.

My eyes widen as a metal trough is placed on the ground in front of him. Two women, naked and painted with symbols all over their bodies, kneel next to him, one on each side. Pouring a clear liquid over their hands, they start to rub it all over his naked form. I blink a few times, trying to remember when his clothes were removed.

As they slick his body with the lotion, each moves one hand to his cock, and my eyebrows try to knit together in confusion. Another woman steps behind Diesel, weaving her fingers through his long tresses, yanking his head back, and forcing his gaze away from me. I focus back on the women as they work his now hard cock.

The woman behind him mutters a soft chant as Diesel’s chest heaves. Knowing his body, I can tell that he is close to climaxing. The women continue to pump his hard cock, pulling it roughly at times. Light reflects off of something shiny. Looking up, I see a blade at Diesel’s neck—frozen in fear and unable to call out in warning. Not that it would do much good. We are outnumbered and both restrained.

Diesel’s eyes have fallen closed, so he is unaware of the knife at his neck. My eyes fall back down his body, the woman working his cock in earnest now. Diesel lets out a grunt as he starts tocome. At the same time, crimson liquid runs down his chest. Both his cum and blood pool and mix in the tub in front of him.

My eyes fly back up. A large slice is across his neck, his life force leaving his body. Tears track down my face as I see Diesel’s body slump as death claims him. When most of the blood has drained from his body, they cut him free and drag him out of sight. My chest heaves at the loss. I wasn’t in love with him, but I did care for him.

“Pa lapenn.”Do not mourn. Ma’dam Austeen says from the shadows behind me.

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