Wet Confessions
Smiling, slightly.
He pressed a button.
From the ceiling, small brass tubes descended, each containing slips of paper. One tube hissed and opened with a soft click, and a piece of parchment fluttered out onto the floor in front of her.
“Read it.”
Lena leaned forward on all fours. Her bare breasts brushed the cold stone. Her nipples tightened. The paper read:
“Veloria — a vessel to be filled.”
A new name. A whispered spell. A destiny. It wasn’t hers but it ignited something wicked inside her.