The Voodoo Vendetta

Jennifer Jacobs hates how Jayden Cole runs her life. The woman nags, nitpicks, and last week even yanked out a strand of her hair after a shouting match. The reason only becomes clear later. Jayden twists the dark strand around a crude voodoo doll and whispers orders into it. First the doll’s head touches a flame. Heat floods Jennifer’s skin in the next room, so sudden she peels off her top and fans herself. Jayden sets the doll to housework next; Jennifer’s hands start straightening the clutter on her desk without her telling them to. Then the real game begins. Jayden strips the tiny figure bare, spreads its legs, and rubs between them. On cue, Jennifer’s thighs fall open on her bed. Her fingers slip beneath her waistband, stroking slowly, then faster. Her breath turns ragged, her hips rocking up to meet every stroke. Natural breasts rise and fall with each gasp. She works two fingers inside, slick sounds filling the quiet room. Jayden steps through the doorway, doll still in hand, watching her stepdaughter come undone. Jennifer’s eyes flutter open and meet hers, but her hand never stops moving. Jayden’s grin says the game has only started.