They were all dressed similarly, in ceremonial robes of black trimmed with emerald thread. The subservient one’s head twisted from side to side, tentatively viewing her audience. The dominant woman held out her hand to the other, who offered her blouse willingly but with a tremulous hand, then led her to a black stone table with hideous runes carved around its sides. " Now if you are truly ready to join our fold, I ask you to take off your shirt. Although slight, she had a jawline that suggested strength and determination that all around her respected without question.Ī tall, muscular man behind her nodded with a leer. Isn’t that right?" This woman had a voice of authority, with a stern glare to match. Sweat dribbled down her spine from the enormity of the heat that emanated from the eerie blue flames.
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