“Though the mark of your sin has been removed, the scar of your purification remains as a reminder.” Jade called after them, “A reminder to stay on the virtuous path of the Holy Mother. For if the Good Sister finds you in squalor again, you will suffer as these women will suffer.” The doors slammed shut behind the fortunate women, and echoed through the deafening silence of the atrium. I grinned beneath my cowl, and dimmed the red candle light to a darker shade of crimson. Now, I would have my fun. “Diamond, Lucilla, God.” I whispered once again. LUCILLA I sat alone in the circular room where Freydis had been tortured. Light reflected off the metallic surfaces of the walls and floor, giving the penthouse of the northwest tower an even more spacious feel. Yet, I felt like the walls were closing in on me. Loneliness and dread formed a brooding mixture in my belly, and left a bitter taste in my mouth. How had I become so isolated? I knitted my fingers as I looked out the window. The gods were gone, and their field had returned to its grassy origin. Everyone had left, but no one had come to me. No Julia, no Diamond, no Brandon, no Tera. Not even Astrid. They were all with each other, while I sat alone like some tucked-away disgrace nobody wanted to look at. I used to be the life of any party I attended, and now I wasn’t even invited to the party. Now I was plotting the murder of the host. I turned away from the window, biting at nails I’d worn to stubs. Sara was hardly the kind of company I wanted, and Freydis had left an hour ago. It was just me, and my footsteps echoing against the sterile, metallic surfaces. “Bound One?” Sara’s voice called from the other side of the door. I hadn’t appointed her my personal body guard, but she’d insinuated herself as such. Either that, or my prison guard. “What?” I asked. Please don’t tell me Freydis is back. “Her Holiness is here to-” and I flung open the door before she could finish, my heart leaping joyfully into my chest, my smile practically splitting my face. Willowbud stood in front of me, that sardonic grin stretching across her face, those knowing, teasing black eyes staring up. I felt my heart drop in my chest, and my throat close behind it. “Hey, Bound indian One. ” Willowbud grinned. Sara’s concerned eyes touched mine, then she was gone behind the door as Willowbud closed it. “What do you want?” I asked, grateful that my anger overshadowed my terror. She then turned around to kiss me saying, “Thanks daddy, that was amazing as always, I adore you and your cock dad.” Sarah sucked in a deep breath at my first touch. Back at the house they indian showered together; They couldn’t remember the last time they’d done that. Around noon, I headed up to the game room and was so nervous about what was going to happen, but all I could think about was that car he promised. You also need to know that the bullet will start to fall as soon as it’s out of the muzzle. Please.” There wasn’t much left in my old room except some books, papers, and my boy clothes, but I might as well get that, and it would be easier for me if I had company. As I was saying that I bent over again and untied my sneakers and took them off. It had reached a crescendo that neither of us could ignore. “Yes, I know. “Oh.” Tegan wondered why she didn’t get consulted. Dakota stepped forward and asked a couple of pertinent questions that the daughter answered quickly without hesitation. We were caught. A man in his forties gets out and slowly makes a looping walk around in front of us in the tree line. “I'm a bad girl!” I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over.