“It is funner when there’s an audience, after all.”
I laughed. The old lady frowned, peering at us. XXX Keep doing that! I blanched at some of the spells; Asherah required you to strangle an innocent to summon her, Dagon required drowning, and I shuddered at the price of a wish from Molech—three hundred women sacrificed to the demon per wish he granted. She wore a very low-cut, red blouse. I had plenty of time before dusk, so I moseyed my way over to the High School—it was almost time for practice. That was part of my Pact; I’d wished that any girl I molested while invisible would enjoy it. It was too dry for her cunt. “Harder,” she hissed. I gave her ass another squeeze. My favorite website; full of information on all things supernatural, and where I learned how to summon the Devil. I loved
