“The movie? I thought it was a documentary.”
“Yes and no. There’s some reenactments. They want to go for some award, I guess. I don’t know.” She pushed herself inside. “Have you seen the news? It’s been circling on and off all morning.”
“No, I don’t have cable.” I shut the door and followed her back into the house. It was far too early for this. “And since when do you wake up early enough to catch the news?”
“Hold on, I’ll pull it up.” She typed furiously on her phone, ignoring my comment. “With all your cam money, you should really get cable,” she muttered.
“I’ll pay for cable when you don’t have your parents’ credit card numbers memorized,” I shot back.
She laughed it off and kept searching for whatever it was on her phone.
“They found a survivor,” she said while continuing to stare at her screen.My blood chilled.
“What? No, there were no survivors. They found them all dead. The M—” I gulped and forced myself to slow down. “The Sinister Minister stabbed them all before turning the knife on himself.”I recalled the articles and news reports. They’d confirmed it. All nine Mothers, all nine Fathers, and the Minister.
“Apparently, there was one who got away.” Therese, ever the know-it-all, turned her phone and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin. “The Sinister Minister had a son.”
My mind went blank as I stared at her screen.There, smiling, laughing, and clutching the necklace with his wedding ring on it, was a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. He was talking to someone slightly off-screen and then turned to face the camera.
Constantine.
Rule 15 - Constantine
Always maintain your tools.
Sitting on the bed in my hotel room, I ran a rag covered in a salt and vinegar mix over my knife, cleaning away the blood from the teens I’d encountered earlier. After I’d left the woods, I went across the street and was pleasantly surprised to find my letter to Eisley missing. Considering only a handful of people on this god-forsaken sphere knew what that cross symbolized, and the state in which it’d been left, it was a safe bet that it was her who had picked up the white envelope.
I stood and returned to the bathroom sink, where I gave my knife another wash with dish soap I’d picked up on my way in, and then dried it with another towel before sheathing it and sliding it back into my backpack. Right along with my mask.Lying on the bed, I stretched out and put my hands behind my head.
Little Eisley was all grown up.
My cock throbbed as images flashed in my head of her in her little goth kitchen, brewing tea and talking emphatically about whatever cutesy little baking thing she made that day. She’d grown up to be so fucking beautiful.So sexy. And smart. She knew what she had and used it to make money. I’d seen her bank account and the house she lived in.She was making a killing as a cam girl.A rather chaste cam girl.Which, was even more impressive.
When I’d first seen her pop up on my phone while doom-scrolling, it was a pleasant surprise. I’d always maintained that I’d come back for her, but to observe from a distance like this was… hot. I felt almost like a voyeur, watching the videos of her doing very innocent things while wearing clothes just on the edge of it. She was a minx, a tease, and the sexiest thing about her was that she was still a virgin.
I couldn’t wait to change that.
Pulling out my phone, I clicked on the app that would take me to her channel.Witchful Drinking. It was a cute name. She hadn’t streamed all weekend, but that was because she’d been busy. But she wasn’t anymore.
I clicked on her name and a red circle around her profile picture came up.She was going live right this moment.I clicked on it.Thousands of people were watching her right along with me. Messages poured in through the chat. They moved so fast there was no way for anyone to even possibly keep up.
Eisley’s so pretty.
I love your dress.
What tea are you drinking?
What is she doing?
You’re hot.
Repeatedly, the comments kept coming, all along the same central themes. Either people were here to stare at her tits, or they genuinely wanted to hear about tea and the things she was interested in. I was a mix of both.
“Okay, witches.” She grinned and leaned forward, her tits spilled out of the low-cut lacy dress she had on. “I think it’s time to spill the tea. What do you think?”A flood of gifts appeared.I’d checked the prices of the diamonds, the crowns, the little hats, and other random items signifying real money.Eisley was making bank, even without the after-dark content.
“I had a friend over this weekend,” she confessed.The blush in her cheeks as she nibbled on her lower lip caused a low groan to escape my throat.
You’ve got a boyfriend?
