Page 7 of Summoning Sex Demons

What was I going to do?! Had that actually happened last night? Or was I just imagining it? If I was imagining it, then why the hell was there blood on my sheets and cum pooling inside my pussy? It … it had to have been real.

“Iza!” Jada said again.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I shouted back.

Once I scrambled through my closet and threw on some comfy clothes and a jacket, I swung my backpack over my shoulder and sprinted out of my bedroom and down the stairs to meet Jada and Mikayla in the kitchen, waiting for me to walk to campus to study.

It was our typical weekend activity—get cream-filled Fervor Crisps at Crimson’s Bakery, then study. But unlike usual, neither of them spoke a word to each other when I made it downstairs. They both looked lost in their own worlds.

“Heading to the library?” I asked to confirm.

Who knew what had happened last night? What if they were both possessed and decided to bring me somewhereelsethat wasn’t the library at all? I had always been a nonbeliever of spirits or demons, but did stuff like what we had for Mikayla.

Now … I didn’t know what to believe.

“Crimson’s Bakery first,” Jada said.

After nodding, I followed them out of the house and down the sidewalk toward Crimson’s Bakery, which was thankfully a few blocks away from our apartment. A gust of wind seared my cheeks, so I pulled my hood up and kept my head down.

Halfway to Crimson’s Bakery, nobody had said another word.

“So …” I whispered on our walk to Crimson’s Bakery. “Any spirits visit you last night, Micky?”

“No,” she said hurriedly, glancing over at Jada and me. “What about you guys?”

Jada let out a chuckle, but it wasn’t like her usual taunting ones. “Of course not.”

“Yeah, nobody visited me either.” That must have been all my imagination.

Once we reached Crimson’s Bakery and gave our orders, we walked to the table we always sat at since we’d become roommates. While Jada and Mikayla sat on one side of the table, I sat facing the window.

“It’s past Halloween,” Jada hummed, breaking the Fervor Crisp apart on her napkin. “But I was thinking that there isn’t any harm in … you know … maybe”—her voice dropped to a whisper—“trying out the Ouija board again.”

If I didn’t believe in the supernatural, then Jadadefinitelydidn’t believe in any supernatural stuff. She always scoffed at the idea of Ouija boards and ghosts, Halloween haunted hayrides, and … demons.

But if she wanted to try it again, did that mean that it’d happened to her too?

I perked up at the mere thought of meeting that monster again. “Yeah, me too.”

Mikayla stiffened. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t tell us you’re scared now,” Jada said.

“I’m not scared! I’m just being cautious. You don’t want to summon too many?—”

Jada playfully rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on.”

Through the window, I spotted three handsome men, dressed in buttoned overcoats, heading straight for the entrance of Crimson’s Bakery. My eyes widened slightly. The tall and muscular one with the messy black hair looked almost identical to … the guy who had been in my room last night.

I blinked a few times and shook my head, hoping that I was just seeing things.

Or at least being overdramatic.

But the closer they approached the door, the more nerves built in my belly.

“Switch seats with me,” I whisper-shouted, shooting out of my seat.

“What?”

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