Rose makes a deal with a fanatic and loses everything. All I needed was to tap my boundless sexual potential. The spell was simple enough.
I ought to have read the fineprint. I should have known that instead of giving me what I needed he’d merely take everything. Sexual pleasure for whatever he wanted. Exactly enjoy it had been done.
He took joy in my suffering. My screams gave him his strength. He indicated me as their own. His mark prevents me from ever doing magic again. It binds me.