MARGARET
I think we're finally done here. My body aches in the best way possible, and I'm ready to go home and clean up. I look at my mother, Luna Jillian, and Witch Kristine, and they both nod, signaling that it's time to leave. But just as we turn to go, Arnold steps forward, his expression serious.
"Stop," he commands, his voice deep and authoritative. I frown, turning to face him.
"Why can't we leave?" I ask, my voice tinged with exhaustion and confusion.
Arnold's brow furrows, and he takes a step closer to me. "You can't leave until I f**k you too, Margaret. I am the leader, and I must claim what is mine. My 10 inch c**k needs to be inside you."
I take a step back, shock and surprise coursing through me. "But... but I've already been with ten of your men. Isn't that enough?"
Arn
