The accompanying teacher and some of the closer students could hear the voice correcting her on the other end: “Brother Paul.”
“Right, Brother Paul, your 9 AM group is here.”
“Do you think they might be witches?”
“I don’t know, Paul. “Sign this confession and this will all be over.”
“Suck my balls. xxx18 Brother Paul was twisting the rusty faucets of both antique torture devices, expanding Maxine’s birth canal and rectum to unfathomable girths at the same time. If she doesn’t confess… Can I just watch? I signed your fucking thing! Do you want to switch witches?”
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind wetting my spikes in that little one’s throat while she’s still twitching.
