by Regan Rourke » Fri Aug 09, 2013 2:33 am
Regan laughs, "What's wrong? I thought you'd be curious what the afterlife looks like."
Regan drapes her arm around the spirit, one hand around the girls neck, the other inappropriately groping the ghost.
"This is it, Aisha. No god. No angels to protect you," Regan says, "Just your soul torn from your body being fucked by demons for eternity."
Regan cackles as the door unlocks, creaking open and giving Aisha the chance to escape.