Deep in the recess of her mind, Meg knew she should be frightened out of her wits. Somehow she knew what was taking place here tonight would change her life forever if she even survived. But she couldn't summon that fear to the forefront of her thoughts. She was certain part of the reason was the wine. Part was the hypnotic beauty of the ceremony she was taking part in and the stunning magnificence of
and her minions.
"Are you ready to join my minions Meg?"
Meg grimaced. "Do I have a choice?"
Meg jolted at the thought of Joe and Mark being killed.
"Maybe you should kill me. Maybe that would be better than being your slave," she spat.
"Is that your wish?"
She considered it but the urge to go on living no matter what, took control. She looked away from
"That's as I thought," the demon said.
"Fuck you," Meg managed.
Lamia stroked her inner
thigh. "I'm certain sometime we will, but not tonight."
The demons words, not tonight, played through her, its meaning impressing even on her fogged mind. There will be other nights. How long will I be here?
Reaching between her legs,Meg swallowed hard and nausea clutched her stomach at the thought of having that snake anywhere near her to say nothing of in her. "Oh hell no!" Meg struggled mightily and futilely against her restraints seeking to escape the pending event.
slipped two of her fingers between her folds. Lamia removed her hand and raised it so Meg
could better see. Meg gulped when Lamia
open her fist. Coiled up in her palm was a milky white serpent with beady red
eyes. It was about the size of a baby garter snake. Lamia petted the snakes head affectionately.
The snake stuck out its forked tongue. "I'd like you to meet one of my
babies. We'll call her Sassy, a very appropriate name, don't you think, since
you are. Sassy will soon be your good friend." The snake slithered across Lamia's palm and threaded
through her fingers. "Sassy is going to take up residence in you Meg. She
will bring about a change in you and insure your loyalty to me."