Chapter 12
This can’t be happening! “There are more women here?” My voice squeaks out, breaking as fear settles in while a smug grin spreads on Bloomy’s face. “Give or take a few hundred, Luv. There’s so many of you we can hardly remember who you could be talking about.” Faux hawk snickers. Goddess! This is worse than I expected. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I describe Janessa praying that she rings a bell. “Tall slim thick, the woman with café latte skin, a nose ring, and long hair that reaches to her butt.” I describe. Faux hawk snaps his figures and says, “Ahhh yes, the bint with the sexy tribal tat on her right shoulder that leads to the mid-center of her back.” He chuckles creepily, licking his lips. I swear all the melanin from my skin drained when he said that because the only
