The Devil Wants Your FORESKIN
I've been keeping company with your stepfather for six years. Six years of holding a man who doesn't deserve a creature like me. And I've been patient. So patient. Because I made him a promise, and I keep my promises.
But a devil's patience runs out.
And there's only one thing on this earth that still belongs to me in this house. One thing I want. One thing I've been watching you carry around like it's yours.
You know what it is.
Say it. Go on. Say it out loud for me.
Mm. That's right. Your little hood. Your foreskin.
You're still intact, aren't you, sweety. You've kept it all this time. Every shower, every night, every time you wrap your hand around yourself and pull that soft little sleeve up over the head just to feel it slide. I've heard you. I've felt you, through the walls, the whole house humming when you touch it.
And here's the thing you don't know.
That skin isn't a piece of you. It's a piece of me. It was always meant to come back to the devil it came from.
Here's how it works, sweetheart. Every time a woman like me takes a boy's hood, she keeps a little more of her power.
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