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you there in art class so you’d have a little taste. And you liked it, didn’t you?”
    I swallowed hard and helplessly nodded yes. I could hear the voices of other students outside the door. I hoped they’d come inside and rescue me and yet at the same time I longed for them to go away and leave me with Sarah forever.
    â€œIt’s locked!” one of them cried.
    â€œLocked? But it’s never locked,” another voice shouted. “And I really gotta go. Oh, let’s go get the super to open it.”
    I heard them march off. And that was it. Sarah and I were truly alone.
    I now felt the length of her body press against me more closely. Something was forcing its hot way into my mouth. Oh, God, I thought, I’m being kissed by a woman.
    And in my mind, I was propelled back into the black chamber. The man with the leather cock ring was fucking me, and I could feel the soft caress of the woman holding my head. The combination of the gentleness of the woman’s touch combined with the sharp pain of the man’s thrusts…I writhed. Was this what it was to get close to orgasm?
    In my fantasy, I opened my eyes in rapture, only to see the woman above me. Or was it Sarah’s face? Yes, it was Sarah. And in her hands was an enormous knife….
    I struggled my way back to reality.
    â€œYou’re planning to sacrifice me, aren’t you?” I cried. Despite my fear, my voice still groaned with excitement, an excitement I hadn’t known I was capable of.
    â€œKill you?” Sarah asked, her voice dropping into a dark rich purr. “Why would we do that? What do you take me and my family for—backwoods serial killers?”
    She laughed, relaxed her physical tension, and opened her velvet purse. She took out a long slender knife.
    â€œHow’d you get that past the school security?”
    â€œI never went through it,” Sarah said. She held the weapon to my throat.
    â€œDon’t kill me,” I pleaded. But I was moaning, too.
    Sarah ran her other hand up my thigh, and under my school-girl skirt. Her fingers lingered over the G-string straps.
    â€œMmmm, very sexy,” Sarah murmured. “Straps become you.”
    She moved the cloth aside, and a finger slipped between my vaginal lips and found my hot little button. Sarah massaged it expertly, until I thought I would faint or die. Then she stopped and withdrew her hand. She raised it between us so I could see: there was menstrual blood on it.
    â€œOh no!” I said. “I’m so embarrassed. I’m not supposed to have my period now. Not for another three weeks!”
    Sarah laughed and made a gesture. The blood crystallized into a crimson gem that sparkled and cast a red glow around us.
    â€œNow do you realize what kind of precious blood your hymen stores?” Sarah asked. She took the knife away from my throat and replaced it in her purse. “Give me a call when you’re ready,” she said, sticking out her tongue and placing my blood stone on it. Her eyes gleamed with rapture.
    â€œYou’re crazy!” I said. “I wouldn’t go near your house. How do I know next time you won’t use that knife on me?”
    â€œYou don’t.” Sarah laughed. “And that’s exactly why you want to come to the black chamber and find out if I will.”
    The door swung shut as she left.
    I went to the sink and tried to steady myself. One of the stall doors opened. It was Janine.
    â€œWere you there that whole time?”
    â€œI sure was.” Janine’s brown eyes were wide like flying saucers. “And, whoa, did I just hear what I thought I heard?”
    â€œI don’t know,” I said.
    â€œDivine blood? Essence? I mean, that’s crazy stuff! It’s also kinda hot. But talk about kinky! Wow!”
    The two of us paused. I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. As I calmed down, the path before me suddenly became clear.
    â€œSo, what