Chapter 0: Prologue

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Tamika’s Pov: This is my last year in college. Everything was almost perfect. Aside from my failing grade in a class, I could not care about it in all honesty. It was also a class that started at 8 am. Ain’t nobody got the energy for that in the last stretch of this hell. It is the one class I couldn’t find a replacement for after I realized what I signed up for all the while dealing with a hangover. I wouldn’t allow this class to ruin my perfect record. I focused more in class, well more like tried. The professor, Mr. Huges, is just so hot. Yet, every word that came out of his mouth bored me to death. I daydreamed about f*****g him, more than taking notes. I mean, this class had nothing to do with my major. The class I dodged for the last three years. I am deciding that f*****g the professor would be easier than failing. Testing every subtle seduction I could know of, yet he wouldn’t take the bait. It was clear as glass he is interested because he never told me to stop. So I looked towards the internet for any other tricks I could use that would get him to give in to his desire for me. After hours upon hours of searching, I found this site. It claimed to be teaching you demonic witchcraft. The only catch was that my soul would go straight to hell if I used too many spells. The spells have three ranks called tainted soul, blackened soul, and, irredeemable soul. I had nothing to lose really because I believe they will claim my soul for hell. I searched a few keywords in the search bar and found the spell I needed. The spell was the first tear, tainted soul, so I considered it would be manageable. It didn’t take me long, to get the ingredients for the spell. I brought a little more than necessary since I am the worst at cooking things. It took a while to get the mixture right, and I made it even longer to pronounce the spell correctly. But I knew I did it right when I spoke the spell while dropping the professor's picture in the mixture and it glowed. It had to work. At least that’s what I thought of at4 am with a beyond tired mind since I’ve been trying to do this spell for days. The next day, I had no classes as it was a Saturday and got ready for formal f*****g later. Taking a nice long shower, shaved all the parts I wanted hairless was a must. Putting on a simple pair of legging and a tight v neck shirt that showed off my body. In, an effort to show off my neck as well I pulled my hair into twin ponytails then I put on a shortcut winter coat. I was grabbing my keys, a phone, a wallet, a few condoms, and a fresh batch of store-bought cookies. Transferring the cookies in a different container than what I brought them in. I left my dorm and made my way to Mr. Hughes House that wasn’t all that far from campus. The only problem was how cold it still was after snowing two days ago. But the cold wouldn’t stop me because I was a girl on a mission. I listened to music to keep me from turning around and going back since I hated the cold. Eventually, I made it to his place; I climbed his porch steps and went to his door. I rang his doorbell and rocked myself back and for as I waited. I am black, and cold doesn’t mix well with black people. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long before the door was open for me. “Miss. Burns, what are you doing here?” Mr. Huges raised a bushy eyebrow as he questioned me, only holding the door open a fraction. “I came to apologize properly for my recent behavior,” I spoke in an innocent tone while I shyly lifted the bin of cookies. I bit my lower lip and slowly released it before I spoke again, “I brought cookies.” I batted my eyes at him in frustration as I took a step closer to him. I gave a fake shiver as I continued using my innocent tone, “Brrr it’s freezing out today.” I watched as he looked me up and down a few times. Then, finally, he moved to the side and let me inside his house. I smiled as I handed him the bin full of cookies. Once the door closed behind me, I walked over to the corner of the living room and placed my bag down. I secretly took out the camera I brought to record if the spell worked or not. I listen to Mr. Hughes's in the kitchen and set the camera up on Mr. Hughes's bookshelf so it could capture the whole room. The second I hit the record button, Mr. Hughes spoke up, “Were these cookies your only way of apologizing for your lackluster behavior in my class, Ms. Burns?” I turned around and took a step to the side, letting out a well-practiced gasp. Mr, Hughes sat on the couch, his pants and boxers around his ankles. His hand stroking his sizeable erection almost lazily, he continued to speak, “Because, if you came here to ask for extra credit, I believe if you give me that tight p***y of yours, I’ll be able to raise your grade.” I took in a deep breath to resist the urge to grin. That spell worked, Mr. Hughes is drowning in his lust for me; all I have to do is put my acting skills to the proper use. I lifted a hand to my chest in disbelieve, “Mr. Hughes, how could you say such things. I’m leaving.” I acted like in one of those porn videos, but the acting momentarily ceased when he went in bareback. I thought about ending this now until his first thrust. He touched all the right spots. He went for longer than I ever thought he was capable of doing. I was glad for the surprise of it, so I went back to acting. That is until some genuine fear crept into my voice when he filled me with his cream. I pressed my finger against his skin, in a way, the camera couldn’t capture. I wrote the word that would break the spell and put him to sleep for a few hours. With forced tears rolling down my cheeks, I took the camera out of its hiding spot and stopped recording. I straightened my clothes and streaked back to my dorm room. I took a shower, saved the video on my laptop and a flash drive I put around my neck. With that done, I fell asleep, for far longer than I should have. My plan worked, I got A grade in his class once I showed him the video. I threaten to take him the court if he didn’t gradually raise my grade. I also got something I wasn’t expecting, pregnant. I saw this as an opportunity to get something more than just a good grade out of Mr. Hughes. By the time graduation came around, I was bearly showing a baby bump, yet my mother saw, and she noticed it. There was just something about the way she looked at me. I knew she knew. Luckily, she waited until the after-party was over to say anything. She pulled me into one of her empty rooms and handed me an envelope as she said, “Get rid of it.” I was something I was planning to do already. I didn’t need a child. I wasn’t fit to be a mother. But I kept it out of spite for what my mother said. There were moments when the reality of my choice weighed down on me; I needed something to chill myself out. I took drugs whenever I could. I went into labor sooner than expected. Through the pain and the tears and the sweat, I gave birth to a child who didn’t cry. I stared at a little body of the bloody baby. I checked the child's s*x. It is a little girl. I wanted this girl to live, I quickly grabbed my phone, ignoring the pain going through me. I went to that site I went to in college. I searched the words in the search bar. I found the spell I needed. Luckily it was a blood spell, and I cast it twice. Once to summon the demon and the second to trap it in the wardrobe. It smelled like burning flesh, black smoke filled the room, and out of the smoke stood a creature. Its voice sounded like it was in my head, deep, and booming. “What do you want?” I clasped my hands on either side of my head because their voice made me feel like my head was splitting open, “I have no patience, human.” “My baby. I want my baby to live. I’ll give you anything.” I struggled to get the words out through my pain. Through the smoke, I could see the creature getting closer. I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I wondered. Will this creature ignore my request and kill me instead? I watched as the beast picked my baby girl up off the floor. She looks especially small in their hand, caged in by their claws. It offered its hand palm up, claws extended. A contract appeared along with a pen that had a needle on the side. I took the pen, pricked my finger, and signed my name in blood. I watched as my baby girl, squirmed in the palm of their hand, then she laughed. The sweetest, cutest baby laugh I ever heard in my life. The contract disappeared and the creature shortened all of their claws. Their hand almost looked human, and they grabbed my baby’s small wrist. “Give her to me,” I spoke as sternly as I could lose my nerve. The smoke cleared, and I could finally see the creature. My eyes widened at the sight. I couldn’t describe it if I tried. I felt my heartbeat in my ears. I stopped breathing; sweat poured down my face. I stayed frozen, waiting for the beast, no the demon to hand over my baby. “What is her name?” His voice filled my head again, loud and spilling. It felt more painful somehow as if I pissed him off with my question. I opened my hands, waiting for him to place my baby into my hands. After a few moments, he handed my baby back. I held her close to my chest as she cried. I looked down at her face, and I spoke, “Alexis. Her name is Alexis.” I cast my second spell, which sucked the creature in the wardrobe and sealed him there. I didn’t want that creature to be anywhere near my child. She deserved the best, which didn’t include me.
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