16: CURSED PUSSIES

Cassie and Cherry both watched Kitty pace the room. She was biting her nails down to the quip. Her mind was racing with so many things, like who could have cursed her pussy, or why would someone want to curse her pussy? Her vagina hadn't done nothing bad to anyone. Shit! If she wasn't mistaken, she would say it had done wonders for the men she slept with.

Cherry was also doing some thinking. She hacked into the police database and got some of the photos of the crime scenes, and most of the marks on the victims looked just like the ones that werewolf left on her neck. She promised herself she would get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, she had to play it cool, like it wasn’t serious to her.

“Kitty, stop pacing around you're making me dizzy,” Cherry complained.

“Well, I can't. Your pussy is not the one with a hex on it, now is it?” Kitty was mad, she felt helpless. The only thing she was grateful for was that she didn’t fuck Ezekiel, well, she hoped oral sex didn’t count in thi