B*tch is a Witch 18 plus
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***** Abusive content. Please skip this chapter if this affects you. Reader discretion is advisable. *****
Ira
Jack’s words pushed her into panic mode. "Get down on your knees and open your dirty mouth. You need to take care of our needs."
Alex held her hands back, too tight for her to budge. Her chest jutted out in discomfort. Jack's laughter made her skin creep as she struggled in Alex's hold.
Jack opened his zipper. She pulled against Alex’s hands desperately, but he was physically too strong for her. His rough hands dug into the skin of her forearms. Her shoulders hurt and her heart fluttered in her throat.
She had to escape.
Jack got his d**k out. As if she could see in slow motion. She did not want any of these guys close to her. She closed her eyes and turned her head, praying to the Moon God. This can't be happening. Where is her power when she needs it most?
But closing her eyes did nothing to hide her.
The disgusting organ crept closer. The putrid stink of piss gagged her, and she wanted to throw up.
When the pr*ck reached too close to her, a sudden blast shook the room.
Her hands were suddenly free.
Jack yelled, “What the motherf…!”
And she heard Monike’s voice behind her. “What the f*ck are you a*holes doing. Trying to blow up this bar? You just had one job! Only one job!! Kill her! Who asked you to defile her?”
Ira opened her eyes and turned around, trying to get up from the floor... Jack yanked at her hair again. “Where do you think you are going b*tch?”
Her neck turned at an awkward angle and she held his hands with both of hers, trying to keep the pressure off her hair. Her head hurt tremendously, and Alex's body lay just outside the door. Whether dead or alive, she had no way of knowing. Thank the Moon God, at least her magic responded to her. Now one more blast and she could be free. So she concentrated on manifesting the same blast but something felt different. She couldn't summon her magic, the way Sarena had been teaching her. It was as if she was human again.
Jumping over Alex's body, Monike sauntered in with something in her hand and smirked at Ira. Alex lay behind her.
“What are you here for, b*tch and why the f*cking explosion? Have you killed Alex?” Jack spat at Monike.
“It isn't me, you id*ot! It is this b*tch! She is a w*tch!" She pointed at Ira, "here, hold this.” Monike threw something in Jack’s free hand. “This b*tch did the explosion. I came here to check what was taking so long and my source handed me this magical stone. It will keep her powerless. Now kill her.” Monike turned around to leave.
“I can’t believe it! I agreed to your dinner invitation, and you sold me to these b*stards.” Ira cried. This was outrageous. She had always been nice to Monike.
Monike turned around slowly and stepped closer to Ira. “You broke my engagement. You almost killed me and ruined my life! Now you have the audacity to appear a victim? Liam is mine! I am going to be his Luna!” Her cold eyes glared at Ira, moving from her face to her exposed bra and then to her grubby denims. “You look like a swine with no fashion sense. Who wears a white lace bra? I bet your panties don’t even match.” She sneered and looked at Jack.
“I don’t want any ridiculous business. I hate abusers! Just kill her and finish this. You are taking too much time. I don't know till when Liam will be asleep.”
“You can’t call the shots about what we do with our prey. Your deal was simple. You get Liam to mark you and we get Ira. Whether we play with her or kill her or keep her for ourselves, it is none of your business.”
Monike looked at the man’s face and something akin to fear crossed her face, but she composed herself quickly. “In that case, I believe I should leave.”
“Monike, stop!" Ira attempted to talk some sense into Monike. Once she left, Ira wasn't sure when she would get anyone in this area to help her.
"Don’t leave me with this brute. Please… They have an old animosity with me. I don’t want this humiliation. Just kill me.” This time Ira pleaded. She couldn’t feel any magic inside yet and had no strength to fight. She was sure as hell that she did not want to know what Jack and Alex had planned for her.
Monike snarled. “Believe me, darl, I would have killed you myself. But I don’t want your filthy blood on me!” She looked at her nails. Rubbing her thumb on her fingers, without looking at Ira she continued. “And it isn’t my fault that you tend to make enemies. You should have stayed away from Liam when you knew he was betrothed to me. It would never have come to this. Now do what this Mr Scary says and die quick! Liam would be up soon. I have been promised that when he wakes up he will not remember you. It was some form of memory potion made by his mother.”
“Miriam is not his mother,” Ira screamed as Jack yanked her back and pushed her to the floor.
His member dangled in front of him, and he prowled towards her. “If you want to watch, I don’t mind. But I am done chatting.” He lunged at Ira.
Ira’s heart raced, and her breathing almost stopped. She tried mustering the magic again, but couldn't. She tried to get up and crawl towards the door, but Jack caught hold of her leg and pulled again. This time ripping her denims off in the process, exposing her white panties.
Scared that she was going to witness a humiliating death. She shouted for help, but Jack snickered.
“No one is going to hear you!” He pounced on her while Monike stood like a statue staring at the brutality.
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