MARGARET
I stand in Kristine's house, the witch of our tribe, with my mother, Luna Jillian. The room is heavy, the scent of strange herbs makes me feel dizzy. Kristine turns to me, her eyes wild and her laugh sending shivers down my spine.
"You want to get knocked up, girl?" she asks, her voice a rough whisper. "I got a special way for that. Something that'll make you scream and beg for more. Something that will get you f****d so good you will want to do it again and again."
I look at my mom, and we both raise an eyebrow. "How?" I ask, trying to hide my nervousness.
Kristine grins, a creepy, knowing grin. "The Black Witch Tribe. All dudes, and they're f*****g machines. They'll pound you so hard, you'll be begging for mercy. They can get any b***h pregnant with their magic seed. You
