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take in everything about my surroundings as we walked, but I couldn’t. Amy was still shaking, and once we were inside, we were led through several halls, each with sharp turns.
    When we finally came to a stop, our hands were separated and then we were gently turned so we were standing shoulder to shoulder. I could feel Amy take a few deep breaths, and slowly, she stopped trembling. The girl to my left was taller than me. Her arm felt like her hand, warm and soft and a little bit doughy. When my blindfold was removed, I wanted to look to see who it was, but what I saw in front of me told me I should wait.
    It didn’t take long for my eyes to adjust to the dim candlelight.
    The dark marble room around us was definitely set up for a ceremony, but I ignored the details. I couldn’t focus on anything but the woman standing on the other side of the wide marble floor. The one I wanted the most, the one with the gorgeous red lips and the beautiful hazel eyes. There were other women standing beside her. To her left was a tall female with white-blond hair cut sharply along her chin and bangs trimmed bluntly across her forehead. Beyond her stood a muscular woman with wavy brown hair down to her waist. Her skin was pale and her eyes were big and the same deep brown color as her hair. A short woman who looked Native American stood beside Hazel Eyes on her right, and on her other side there was another woman of African descent, whose hair was in perfectly shaped locks that hung past her shoulders. The last woman was Asian, and she had the most seductive look about her. Something about the curve of her mouth and the way her hair was swept up in an elegant loose bun. All six of them carried an erotic air, lustful and lethal.
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    reBekah WeatherspOOn
    I wouldn’t have noticed any of the others at all if it weren’t for the fact that they were nearly naked. A delicate weaving of black chain mail laced with small rubies barely covered the spot between their legs. Each woman was beautiful in her own way, but I couldn’t keep from staring at my Hazel Eyes.
    From across the room, I could tell she was just a little taller than me. Her red lips were just as plump and full as I’d remembered them. Her proportions were flawless. I gazed over her golden skin, tracing the curves of her perfectly shaped thighs up to her full breasts tipped with dark brown nipples that were meant to be worshiped.
    My heart was racing again and my palms started to tingle. If I hadn’t been under the watchful eye of about three dozen other people, I would have made a move to touch her, or at least ask her her name.
    A movement to her left snapped me out of my trance. The woman with the white-blond hair stepped down from the elevated marble rise where the six of them stood. Her eyes were bright blue and she wore the same red lipstick as Hazel Eyes. When she spoke, a thick Eastern European accent dripped from every disinterested word.
    “We are going to do things a little differently tonight. You will have three chances to leave. If you decide that you must, no one will stop you. There will be no repercussions, but you will not speak unless you are asked. Unless you are asked individually, you will answer as one. Is this understood?”
    To my surprise, we all replied with a confident “Yes.”
    “We are not like the other organizations on campus,” she continued, her tone unaffected. “If you choose to remain with us through this night, you will remain with us always. Is this understood?”
    Another “Yes” filled the air. I don’t remember mustering any effort to agree, but my voice was there joining in the reply.
    “Now is your first chance. If there are any of you who wish to leave, please step forward.” Nobody moved. “Are we to understand that you all wish to remain?”
    Again, “Yes” echoed off the marble.
    “Wonderful,” she continued. “My darling Danielle, you may begin.” The woman turned and walked back to the platform. When she