After the incident with the pentagram of fire they took me back to my room. There, I slept off the after effects of the drugs they had given me.
All night I kept thinking of the fire and how much it had excited me.I had never had as powerful an orgasm as that produced by the fire. Every time I thought of it I became instantly wet.
I heard some commotion outside my door. I was too afraid to go out to see what was causing it.
Matthew came in and handed me a tray of food.
I thanked him for the food and asked "What was going on out there?"
He said "it was just a disagreement. Today is a big day for you!"
"How so?", I asked through a mouth full of food.
"Today's the day you become one of us." he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You will see. By the way, you should know that your parents are looking for you. They don't believe you're dead."
I looked at the floor, "Can you contact them and tell them to stop looking?
"If you are sure that that's what you want, I will do that."
I nodded and said, "Yes that is what I want. I don't want them to find me."
I couldn't face them. The suicide note that I left for wasn't very pleasant. I had blamed them for all my problems. However, looking back I knew it wasn't their fault.
"When you're finished eating, take a shower and change into the dress that I have left for you; OK?" In response I nodded yes as he left the room.
When I finished my food I went into the bathroom. The shower was the largest I had ever seen. It could have easily held seven or eight people without any trouble. I stripped and entered the shower. The water cascaded down my body
I was of average height with a slim waist but my bust was small. I was, at most, a 42A. I knew that this was small for an eighteen year old. I had always been picked on because I had never slept with anyone. My bust size was the main reason that I didn't have more exposure to the desirable boys.
I stepped out the shower and dried myself off.