Chapter 11 c Aster

Her voice became stern. “No.”

His back arched away from the little girl. “Well, let’s take her home then.” He wrapped the tips of his fingers around her pajamas and peeled her off of her back. Dangling, she kicked and cried, but she was nothing more than a weak mouse caught in a tiger’s paw. The woman, Aster, shook her head and looked back down at the pool of blood. “Come on!” he proceeded. “We need a new house slave. Becca is dead inside. We can take this one and finally get rid of that bitch.”

Aster dipped her finger in the blood, again. As she peered up at her eager friend, Lot, she licked her finger clean. Her mouth made a pop sound when she pulled her finger out. “You know… I am so tired of your games. We’ve got fuck movies that need to go out, and you’ve dragged me here? You don’t take the business seriously enough!”