Blood Orgy Of The Psychedelic Witch

Chapter 7

Rose had been running around all day in anticipation for the guests. There were a million little things to deal with around the house, and the dungeon had already taken up so much time.

Fantasy clouded the fact that it took a lot of effort to get an operation like this running smoothly.

Stress coursed through her when she heard the doorbell ring an hour before anyone was supposed to arrive. "Fucking shit," she spat as she scurried to answer it. This was just what she needed, a guest coming in the midst of preparation.

She opened the door and felt as if a mallet had hit her head. It took Rose a couple of seconds to process who she was seeing.

Steven.

Standing on the porch with a false sense of anticipation attempting to hide his nerves.

She scowled at him. The last person she expected to see and someone unwelcome.

"So, where's all these degenerates?" he asked lightheartedly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed.

"You placed an ad for freaks and perverts," he replied condescendingly as he shoved past her and stepped into the foyer. "Plus, I wanted to see you again."

She shut the door and faced him. "What makes you think I'd want you back?"

He let out a sad sigh. "Just hear me out."

It took a lot of back and forth for her to take in what he was saying without shooting him with snide remarks. It was painful for Steven having to do this. It disgusted him with how much he was fawning over her; in the living room, on his knees as she sat in a large armchair.

Rose stared off out the window beyond the couch that faced the yard. Acting a if she wasn't paying attention, but secretly relishing in his pleas.

"I don't care what happened between you and Harper—I hated her too."

She looked at him as if she'd been caught. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid, Rose. I know you did away with her."

She relaxed, confirming his suspicions. It hit him and he tried hard not to let his expression waver waver. He hated the idea of breaking the news to Emilia.

"Who else knows?"

"Emilia thinks something went afoul. But I got rid of her. Left evidence that Harper'd gone off to Portland."

She smiled. "You did?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "And take a look at this."

He pulled out a small purple book from his back pocket, something also purchased at the mysterious store. "I've been doing some reading of my own. Just for you."

She took the book, opened it, and gasped upon realizing what it was. A book on necromancy she had been looking for, but thought it lost to the ages.

"Where did you get this?"

"A weird little place I'll take you to—if it'll reappear again."

"You . . . do care for me," she realized.

"Just please take me back." He had to choke down bile after saying this.

Her face quickly darkened. "On one condition."

". . . Anything." Fuck. He knew what was coming.