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somethin’. All I want is another taste of your—”
    “The fuck’s going on here?”
    Just what she needed, the corpsepaint guy.
Did they think they’d get to double team her in the goat shed or something? She
was getting drenched with sweat from the stress. That was exactly why she’d
rather not have guys like them interested in her. Would they really want to
blackmail her into sex? What did she get herself into? How could her mother’s
spell put her in this position? This couldn’t possibly be what the ritual
demanded of her. Sick to her stomach, she slowly got to her feet, doing her
best to keep from crumbling. Dad wouldn’t be happy with her, but this shithead
had to recognize that the club president wouldn’t be happy with his new men
either if he found out what they had done with his daughter.
    Gold Tooth looked back at Corpsepaint.
“What do you think? She’s ready for round two.”
    Asty took a deep breath and unclenched her
hands. “Get lost!”
    Corpsepaint, or as she liked to think of
him “The Hot One,” looked at her, but all he did was answer his friend. “Not
with you she isn’t. I liked her more,” he said as if she was the last doughnut in
the box and he didn’t want to share. Un-fucking-believable.
    Gold Tooth sneered, and the moment his
attention was off Asty, she started slowly, very slowly, backing away toward
the shed. Each breath felt too loud as she watched the two men fight over her
pussy.
    “She fucked both of us. Can’t see a problem
with banging her again. And it was my cock that prepared her for you. All you
did was poke her the last few times.”
    “The fuck? You think your cock’s made of
gold or somethin’? You have to touch a woman right!”
    Gold Tooth snorted. “And pray before you
enter.”
    Asty gritted her teeth, rushing behind the
shed. She climbed over the fence, her breath hitching when a splinter pulled on
her stocking. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She wanted to forget all
about that night, so why was it haunting her?
    “Oh, fuck you,” said the Hot One. “There
are plenty club sluts who won’t mind dealing with your crap. She didn’t even
want to kiss you, so why would she fuck you again?”
    Asty didn’t want to listen anymore. She
tiptoed to the nearest door and slipped inside the clubhouse. Only then did she
feel safe enough to take a deep breath.
    She attended the party, as her Dad wished,
and now she was never going to return here for as long as those two pigs stuck around.
Nobody could push her into something she didn’t want, but it still made her
shudder with disgust to know there were people here who wanted to pressure her.
She locked the door and walked down the corridor, straight toward the loud
music coming from the lounge.

 
    Asty
     
    Asty took a deep breath, then another,
filling her lungs with the calming, thick scent of the special candlesticks she
made with herbs that encouraged spiritual reasoning. She inhaled once more and
waved her hands over the nearest candle, fuming her face with the smoke. The
sharp scent penetrated her nostrils, and soon enough, a sense of peace settled
in her chest. She needed to relax, regroup, and find a solution that her
conscious mind wouldn’t offer. The cards burned her palm, but just touching
them always made her calm. She vaguely remembered her mother teaching her about
the tarot a long time ago, and it stayed with her as a ritual that never failed
to provide answers. She was doing it all for her brother, Beelzebub. Her big
brother Bell ...
    Now that she was safe in the quiet of her
own room, away from the clubhouse and the rude fuckers who hadn’t deserved to
be a part of a sacred ritual, she could focus on herself, and she slowly placed
five cards on her reading table. The first two were Death , which
corresponded to her present situation, and Rebirth , which did express
Asty’s expectations. The cards were so right. She massaged the base of her nose
and uncovered the third card.