11. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Angevyn
C loaked 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 to come. 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.
“Li sèvi yon pi gwo objektif.” He serves a larger purpose .
Sill focused in the direction where Diesel’s body was dragged away. I am caught off guard as fingers touch my body. I try to scream out to stop the unwanted invasion. The fingers are slick with a warm and sticky substance.
“You must accept his sakrifye,” she says. Sacrifice.
It takes a minute to understand her words. Shock takes over me as I understand the fluid on the fingers is Diesel’s blood and cum. Austeen chants as Diesel’s blood is used to paint symbols over my naked body.
“Bon fi,” she purrs. Good girl .
“Pa sispann,” she barks out. Don’t stop.
Moving to the center of the charred circle, she reaches out for the container holding Diesel’s blood. Ma’dam Austeen begins to chant. My mind wars between what they are doing to my body, the fear of the unknown, and mourning the loss of my friends.
“Deyès, aksepte ofrann sa a.” Goddess, accept this offering .
“Rele mon amour.” Summon my love .
“Dèt li peye.” His debt is paid .
As Austeen says each phrase, she walks around the circle’s edge, dipping her hand in the bowl and dribbling the blood mixture on the ground. Once she completes the circle, she moves to the center. Tipping the bowl over, she pours the remaining fluid into the very center.
She hands the bowl off to another of her cloaked minions, and her gaze turns toward me.
“Pote l.” Bring her .