tight little balls that whizz around my insides like a pinball machine.
‘Or maybe sadness and loss?’
The rage evolves into heat that surges through my chest, setting my tingling heart on fire.
‘Or, most likely, just plain old betrayal, disgust even, that I have been inside your body,’ Hunter says and lets out a low grunt of pleasure. ‘Hmm, yes, I think that will be it. The very thought of you will repulse him, when he thinks of me pleasuring you, and of you crawling all over me with the curvy little body he knows so well.’
The heat and rage travels out along my arms and hands until my hands are overtaken with violent trembling.
‘I may even have to paint a mental picture for him. Who knows, this could be a bonding experience for us, comparing notes on you.’
My face flushes hot as the rage finally reaches my head. The pressure is building and I am overwhelmed with the need to yell and scream at the top of my voice. The desire to call Hunter every name under the sun, loud enough that the entire Universe can hear, is almost too much. But part of me knows my display of anger will only increase his pleasure. Instead, I use inordinate amounts of energy to control myself as I search the walls and lounge room floor for the answer. Within seconds my eyes fall on the laptop on the coffee table. Majique. The spell!
‘I could tell him about the time we…’
Mel’s face drops as she mouths her favourite name for him, ‘Rat bastard’.
Suddenly, Hunter’s continued taunts don’t faze me. My only thought is to cast that spell.
‘Or there’s the weekend in Ibiza, remember, you wore that…’
Feeling no pain as I stab my finger with a needle and squeeze three drops of blood into the contents of the bowl, I stand up to my full five foot two, surging with the strength of a gladiator.
‘So, sadly Lou, it appears that your fairytale has come to an end. You’ll have to hand back that sparkly diamond ring he gave you and cancel your plans for a huge wedding and happy-ever-after, because it’s over for you. You’re history.’
In a voice that echoes of restrained anger, I take Hunter’s lock of hair in my hand and say in a low, controlled voice, ‘Don’t bargain on it, Hunter. I’m not finished with you yet. You are not going to win.’
I hand the phone to Mel, who disconnects his call, and focus all my attention on paying for this spell.
‘Nothing’s happened,’ I say after what feels like a lifetime.
‘It takes time to generate the password to unlock the spell and directions. Give it a second,’ Mel says.
Two minutes later still nothing’s happened. By now I am pacing like an expectant father, unable to sit down or remain still. Hunter has pushed me over my limit.
‘Shit! We’ve been scammed. I’ve just handed $700 over to some scammer.’ How could I have been so incredibly, monumentally stupid? Gullible is my new middle name. ‘We’ll have to think of something else. But what?’
‘Wait, there’s an email. Look! It’s from Majique. It’s here, Lou! It’s here!’
Holy shit! I am almost launched into the ceiling with excitement. Something has worked. This is a good sign. It may be just a $700 password, but…
‘Oh, thank God! Let’s see what we have to do next,’ Mel says.
‘I need to go outside and read this spell while I set fire to the items in the bowl,’ I say, continuing to read aloud.
‘Wait, there’s a warning here, Lou. This spell is best performed on a waning moon because waning moons give special power to spells of banishment or removal. What kind of moon is it now?’
The night sky is pitch black when we look out the window, ‘I don’t know. I can’t see any kind of moon. Does it really matter? I mean, I can’t wait for the perfect moon phase, it’s got to be done right now,’ I say.
‘You’re right.’
‘Anyway, if a waning moon is good for removal spells, then no moon must be better, because there’s…no moon. It’s gone completely, removed
‘Or maybe sadness and loss?’
The rage evolves into heat that surges through my chest, setting my tingling heart on fire.
‘Or, most likely, just plain old betrayal, disgust even, that I have been inside your body,’ Hunter says and lets out a low grunt of pleasure. ‘Hmm, yes, I think that will be it. The very thought of you will repulse him, when he thinks of me pleasuring you, and of you crawling all over me with the curvy little body he knows so well.’
The heat and rage travels out along my arms and hands until my hands are overtaken with violent trembling.
‘I may even have to paint a mental picture for him. Who knows, this could be a bonding experience for us, comparing notes on you.’
My face flushes hot as the rage finally reaches my head. The pressure is building and I am overwhelmed with the need to yell and scream at the top of my voice. The desire to call Hunter every name under the sun, loud enough that the entire Universe can hear, is almost too much. But part of me knows my display of anger will only increase his pleasure. Instead, I use inordinate amounts of energy to control myself as I search the walls and lounge room floor for the answer. Within seconds my eyes fall on the laptop on the coffee table. Majique. The spell!
‘I could tell him about the time we…’
Mel’s face drops as she mouths her favourite name for him, ‘Rat bastard’.
Suddenly, Hunter’s continued taunts don’t faze me. My only thought is to cast that spell.
‘Or there’s the weekend in Ibiza, remember, you wore that…’
Feeling no pain as I stab my finger with a needle and squeeze three drops of blood into the contents of the bowl, I stand up to my full five foot two, surging with the strength of a gladiator.
‘So, sadly Lou, it appears that your fairytale has come to an end. You’ll have to hand back that sparkly diamond ring he gave you and cancel your plans for a huge wedding and happy-ever-after, because it’s over for you. You’re history.’
In a voice that echoes of restrained anger, I take Hunter’s lock of hair in my hand and say in a low, controlled voice, ‘Don’t bargain on it, Hunter. I’m not finished with you yet. You are not going to win.’
I hand the phone to Mel, who disconnects his call, and focus all my attention on paying for this spell.
‘Nothing’s happened,’ I say after what feels like a lifetime.
‘It takes time to generate the password to unlock the spell and directions. Give it a second,’ Mel says.
Two minutes later still nothing’s happened. By now I am pacing like an expectant father, unable to sit down or remain still. Hunter has pushed me over my limit.
‘Shit! We’ve been scammed. I’ve just handed $700 over to some scammer.’ How could I have been so incredibly, monumentally stupid? Gullible is my new middle name. ‘We’ll have to think of something else. But what?’
‘Wait, there’s an email. Look! It’s from Majique. It’s here, Lou! It’s here!’
Holy shit! I am almost launched into the ceiling with excitement. Something has worked. This is a good sign. It may be just a $700 password, but…
‘Oh, thank God! Let’s see what we have to do next,’ Mel says.
‘I need to go outside and read this spell while I set fire to the items in the bowl,’ I say, continuing to read aloud.
‘Wait, there’s a warning here, Lou. This spell is best performed on a waning moon because waning moons give special power to spells of banishment or removal. What kind of moon is it now?’
The night sky is pitch black when we look out the window, ‘I don’t know. I can’t see any kind of moon. Does it really matter? I mean, I can’t wait for the perfect moon phase, it’s got to be done right now,’ I say.
‘You’re right.’
‘Anyway, if a waning moon is good for removal spells, then no moon must be better, because there’s…no moon. It’s gone completely, removed
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