Bell takes charge of Ariel, who plays along after some arm twisting.
Bell’s three best friends sat silently the whole time, wrapped up in her sordid confession. Now, at its end, they stared at each other, waiting for someone to speak. No one seemed to know what to say. She couldn’t blame them. She, Belladonna, their life long friend, a whore and a deceiver by her own admission, deserved no mercy. But she wanted it. Hoped for it. She sat, waiting for judgement...Read On