Gina, the second bride.

I decide to turn Gina. As I did for Annie, I cut my wrist and give it to Gina. She licks the cut and feeds. I can feel her exploring the wound with her soft, wet tongue. She then sucks and sucks and sucks until she stops. Gina sits up and glances around the room, seeing her twin Liv being fed by Annie.

“If you are still hungry, you can share your sister with Annie.” I tell Gina.

Gina, with concern says “But sir, wouldn’t it be wrong to feed on my sister?”

I look thoughtfully, then have an idea. If Gina can’t feed on her sister, she should feed on mine!

I go to the phone.