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man pounded her body and treated her mean. The meaner they got the hotter she became. True, Sholto was worse than others but he was only giving her what she wanted. A hard, unrelenting, painful fuck that ravaged her body and made her mind switch off to everything and just focus on the pain. For Socia, the sexual perversion of a non-caring fuck was easier than dealing with things she chose to forget. Like the terrible things she had done in her life.
    In Greek mythology a Siren was a woman who called to sailors and tempted them with the promise of their charms, only to leave them ruined for eternity. Sirens were heartless and whimsical and they cared little for anyone. They played with the affections of men and rarely cared when they broke the spirit of one. Socia Black had been like that. The men she called to all died because of her.
    Augusta Cannon, her therapist who believed in all things paranormal, told her it wasn’t Socia’s fault that men had met their doom because of her. Augusta said it was all to do with free will and being strong enough to avoid temptation. She hadn’t blinked an eyelid when Socia had told her she was a Siren born and bred and that her mother had been the same. Her mother had not been able to handle the pressure of bringing pain to others. She had killed herself. Socia, fearing the same fate as her mother, had sought out psychiatrists, witches and occultists to try and find a way to deal with her affliction. That’s what Augusta called it. To her it was about being born with a genetic quirk and dealing with it. Nothing surprised Augusta. That was good. Because Socia needed someone practical to ground her.
    The therapy was working. Sort of. While Socia religiously visited Augusta once a week and had her on speed dial in case of emergencies, she was able to keep her inner need to tempt and toy with men in check. Some would have called her a slut and a tease. That was indeed the characteristics of a Siren. But unlike her predecessors, Socia had a conscience and it battled with her natural instinct to do harm to the male species. So she harmed herself instead with men like Sholto who ravished and tortured her body before slamming their dicks deep inside and blotting out any feelings she had. Vicious sexual sessions like the one she had just endured with Sholto would keep her quiet and non responsive to any man for days. That was good.
    Augusta never mentioned anything about the cuts and bruises she saw on her patient’s body. She just calmly talked to her about simple things like her work at
    ‘Hoodoo Guru’ the occult bookstore Socia owned, what the weather was like and what plans she had for a vacation. The store was surprisingly profitable due to the public’s fascination in walking on the wild side, the weather was as always warm in Cairns and Socia could not trust herself to go on vacation. Staying at home was safer. Keeping to routine meant no unsuspecting man got hurt. Being fucked hard and mercilessly by brutal men was painful but it kept her in check and her natural instincts subdued.
    Socia crawled off the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She wanted to wash Sholto off her. While it was her choice to allow him to do what he did to her, she wanted to wash every trace of him, but for the pain, off her. She stepped into the shower, turning on the spray so the heat of it scalded her skin. The cuts to her skin stung but it felt good. Pain was like a magical pill to her.
    She dropped her head forward and leaned her hands on the white tiles, allowing the water to run down her back. Socia thought about Sholto. He was a sadistic bastard. While she accepted what he did to her, there was no way she was going to allow him to do the same to the woman he called Mary Dalton. Socia had committed that name to her memory the minute Sholto had gloated over doing to Mary Dalton what he had just done to Socia. It was to teach her and her boyfriend a lesson.
    What did she do to you?
    Nothing. It’s