Every Foul Spirit
She kicked her pet away, and the Richard-Thing sprawled to the floor and twitched at her feet, naked, erect, still slavering Glee’s dark juices.
Katie breathed out, unable to contain it. Strands of molten fire leaped from her, from her hands and face and the ends of her hair. It came rolling out of her. I was bred in the cauldron of my mother’s womb for this, she had time to think before the ungraspable force spilled so easily from inside her. She expelled whatever it was away, spat it from her mouth and nose, retching it toward Glee’s sculpted throne.
She crumpled on all fours, spent, and sobbing frantically.
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