Yes, Save Gwen

You pick up your cell phone and text Gwen.

Gwen, can you meet me at the mansion?

Are you trying to trap me Mr. Mayor? I’ll come if you do me a teensy favor.

Done.

On my way.

You look over to Alexa. “She’s on her way.”

“Excellent I’ll need a few minutes to prep.”

She begins drawing an array of symbols in chalk on the blacktop. It is an elaborate mix that features a pentagram in the center. She is just finishing up, as a limo drives in.

Gwen steps out. “Here I am, Jack. Now, for that favor...”

Alexa suddenly begins to chant.

Gwen looks at you. “What the fuck?”

As if dragged by an unseen **** Gwen is pulled into the pentagram. Alexa steps into a circle, her chanting growing louder.

Gwen begins to scream bloody ****. She falls to her knees. Energy seems to crackle about them. Your hair stands on end.

Suddenly, Alexa stops chanting and has a lopsided smile.

Gwen stirs and stands. She staggers toward you and Sandra.

In a hoarse whisper she says. “We need to go, now.”

You look at Alexa. She has a glow about her. Her erect nipples strain against her shiny black dress.

“Toby, Tina, Jack, I need your help.”

She beckons you.

Gwen tugs at your arm. “We have to go!”

Gwen enters the limo, Sandra follows her.