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Succubus - Part 2
Mary's in her wedding dress at the altar, shaking. Michael still ghosted and Pastor Tommy’s there patting her hand like he sees this shit every damn weekend. He mutters that guys bolt when the big day hits. She snaps, “Michael wouldn’t do that,” but the sick twist in her gut says otherwise. He’s gone. She storms out, dress flapping, and heads straight for the strip club they were at last night. Dancers pretend they’ve never heard of him until Mary corners Aubrey Kate. Aubrey smirks, says sure, she gave him a dance, then clams up. Mary loses it, cussing and shoving, until the bouncer drags her out kicking. Meanwhile, Michael’s tied up in the back room, yelling her name through a rag. Aubrey strolls in, then Joanna. Joanna takes one look at the fresh brand on his hand and tells Aubrey to finish it, then ghosts. Aubrey just laughs, flashes the mark like it’s a joke. He stares, pure horror. Out front, Joanna owns the stage, hips rolling, eyes hunting. Two loud guys in the front row—Paul and Max—throw whistles. Joanna grins like a wolf, crooks a finger, and invites them up. She’s starving, and she’s about to feast.
Mary's in her wedding dress at the altar, shaking. Michael still ghosted and Pastor Tommy’s there patting her hand like he sees this shit every damn weekend. He mutters that guys bolt when the big day hits. She snaps, “Michael wouldn’t do that,” but the sick twist in her gut says otherwise. He’s gone. She storms out, dress flapping, and heads straight for the strip club they were at last night. Dancers pretend they’ve never heard of him until Mary corners Aubrey Kate. Aubrey smirks, says sure, she gave him a dance, then clams up. Mary loses it, cussing and shoving, until the bouncer drags her out kicking. Meanwhile, Michael’s tied up in the back room, yelling her name through a rag. Aubrey strolls in, then Joanna. Joanna takes one look at the fresh brand on his hand and tells Aubrey to finish it, then ghosts. Aubrey just laughs, flashes the mark like it’s a joke. He stares, pure horror. Out front, Joanna owns the stage, hips rolling, eyes hunting. Two loud guys in the front row—Paul and Max—throw whistles. Joanna grins like a wolf, crooks a finger, and invites them up. She’s starving, and she’s about to feast.