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“I wonder who she is?” Sylas asks. “And why did she just want to be fucked with no rewards?”

“I’d bet money on the fact that after it was done, reality set in, and she was freaking out over what she just did. Probably was ashamed of herself.”

“She sure as hell wasn’t ashamed while she was writhing on that stone vault for us, loving every single thing we were doing to her.” Sylas groans. “And now I'm hard just thinking about it. She’s not like the other girls we’ve chosen. Her virginity might have been intact, she might have dressed like a pure soul, but something darker lurked inside her. I could feel it. I could see it in the way she just let us have complete control over her. Whoever she is, I have a feeling this wasn’t the last we’ll see of her.”

“You think?”

“She wanted more, she wasn’t done." Sylas smirks. “She was just afraid of the fact that she was more messed up than she believed. I’ll put money on that one.”

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NOLA

Seeingas how the Brotherhood didn’t come pounding on my door, demanding retribution for messing with their little ancient ritual, I think it’s safe to say that they have no idea it was me.

At least, not that I know of. Maybe they know it’s me, but they’re playing the long game, seeing if I’ll run and hide or watch me sweat it out.

Too bad for them, I’m not the kind of person to worry about it. I’ll be vigilant, but I’m not going to freak out about it unless I have to.

It’s been a few days since the ritual, and I can honestly say I feel like a whole new woman.

If I wasn’t determined to make those men mine before, I sure as hell am now.

I’ve been holed up in my room giving my vibrator a good workout for the past two days, losing count of the number of times I’ve gotten off to the memory. I need to give my poor body a break. Last time my knees were shaking, and I'm pretty sure I was dehydrated.

Still, as amazing as it is to finally be able to use sex toys, they’re nothing like the real thing.

I wonder if somehow I could get molds of their dicks so I can make my own personal dildos.

Nah. I’m already stumped on how I’m going to get cameras in their home. I’m not sure how I’m going to get that close to them without drawing suspicion.

As I stand in the mirror, looking myself over for the tenth time, I’m still not convinced this is the outfit I should wear today.

It’s the first day of Oakridge University, and I never thought I’d ever say this in my life, but I'm excited to go to school.

I know, maybe I’ve been body snatched or something.

I’m hoping college is different from high school, though. Bigger campus, easier to avoid people, and the guys are there.

We’re not in the same year, so I doubt we have any of the same classes, but just knowing they’re going to be there also excites me.

I’m eager to see them again with my own eyes. Skittles has been trying to get them on camera, but they’ve been in and out of cars and buildings a lot over the past few days.

Most likely trying to figure out what to do about the girl they chose running away like her ass was on fire. I bet that was the first.

Like I’ve said before, I don’t want the money, I want the men. I wasn’t going to sign that contract.

If I had done so, it would have meant signing over my life to the Brotherhood, and that's never going to happen.

However, if it were signing my life over to Jasper, Sylas, and Wesley, that would be another story.

“Is it too much?” I ask Skittles, turning around to face him. He’s sitting on his little perch that I had set up for him next to my desk.

He cocks his head to the side, looking me over before he shakes his head and ruffles his feathers.

“Okay, if you say so.”