Trina hissed softly. “Yikes.”
“Uh-huh! And then she was gonna -”
“Justin, listen, I know that must’ve sucked, I get it, but you can probably just fix this by talking to her! Be a big boy and talk, no magic.”
“Fine… I hate you so much.” His voice contained no hint of malice, however, only love.
“I know,” Trina responded happily before hanging up. With Justin’s crisis dealt with, she could focus fully on her own magical workings. Lighting the red candle and tucking the Come to Me Oil back into its place, she grabbed her spellbook off of the bed and flipped through the pages.
Seeing almost firsthand what her work had done for Justin and Celeste had made Trina very jealous at first. Obviously, she had felt bad for Justin, constantly being teased at the worst times. But there was something else there too, and at first she had only been able to chalk it up to jealousy. Perhaps she was jealous of Celeste being so close to her best friend. Hell, they’d been friends for almost their whole lives, maybe that had blossomed into something new. She had spent several nights lying awake in bed during the first few weeks of Justin’s delicious torment, wondering if he’d become more than a brother to her. She’d look through their pictures together and wonder what the hell had changed. Why was she suddenly feeling this way when the idea of being with Justin – holding his hand in the park or through the halls, kissing him, cuddling with him, having sex with him – didn’t spark anything within her?
Then she’d come to her senses.
Of course Justin was just a friend. She didn’t have a crush on him. She didn’t want to kiss him and cuddle him and fuck him. And she didn’t give a shit that Celeste was so easily toying with him. She wasn’t jealous – at least, not of Celeste’s closeness to him.
She was jealous of the power.
Only last night had Trina realized why she was feeling the way she was. It was jealousy, but she didn’t want Justin, she wanted the power that came with her magic. She wanted the power to make a man squirm just as easily. Celeste held an immense force of nature within the necklace Trina had heard about. Maybe not some world-dominating force of nature, but it was power nonetheless, a small, concise sense of power. One itty-bitty blip on the Universe’s radar that she hadn’t realized she was so hungry for.
So here she was now, looking for some type of spell that would help her. At the moment, she wasn’t particularly interested in dismemberment – maybe further down the line, but for now she only needed something simple. Hopefully the herbs and oil would assist the candle spell. Retrieve an Ex… Banish a Harasser… Fertility Enhancement… Control of a Man’s Wit. Boom. She’d found it. It was a little closer to the “voodoo” section than she would’ve expected, but she didn’t mind, brushing it off as she laid the book in her lap and read through the contents.
Control of a Man’s Wit
In some ancient Roman and Scandinavian ***********ures, the term “wit” was not used to describe intelligence and quick thinking. Rather, it was a term used for a man’s most precious treasure. It was said that a witch’s ability to control a man’s “wit” would make her more powerful than the Gods themselves. Though this saying has thinned into vanishment over the years, control of someone’s manhood has long been considered a strange, yet powerful practice, and one that should only be done by an experienced witch.
By most standards, this spell is considered to be light voodoo work, having been created by three Haitian practitioners who migrated from the Roman Peninsula, derived from the long-practiced, Haitian-native art of voodoo dolls. See Page 387 for more information on genuine Haitian voodoo dolls and their history and uses.
Before you begin, think carefully about which deity you’d like to work with. If any come to mind who deal with love, sex, or fertility, ask them for assistance. Begin with a clean square of red or pink cloth…
Trina hummed softly to herself as she followed the spell. A square of colored cloth, laid flat on her table. Herbs connected to love and sexual energy, placed in the center. Love oil, dressed over a small piece of paper with her target’s name on it. She giggled as she followed the last step: rolling up the cloth with everything inside and twisting it shut, then wrapping it over and over with twine until it was perfectly sealed. She set it down on her altar for Freya, the Norse goddess who Trina had discovered was one of her personal favorites, in the hopes that the beautiful queen of love and fertility would help with the spell.
With the magic done and, hopefully, in effect very soon, Trina cleaned up the remnants of her spell and began getting ready for bed. Despite the alarm waiting for her to wake up for school in roughly seven hours, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep, thanks to the excitement over what she could possibly do with the boy whose name had been wrapped up in that little bundle.
Alex Griffith.
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Streaks of sunlight streamed through the window as Trina opened her eyes, and for a moment, she simply turned over and groaned softly, not wanting to get up for school quite yet. Sure, today was their last day for the semester, but that didn’t mean she was any more excited to get it over with.
Then she remembered. The spell!
Throwing the blanket aside, she rushed to her altar, holding her breath as she looked at Freya’s offering dish. The cloth was still there, but it was just a little scorched, and a small rose petal lay beside it that hadn’t been there before. Trina bit back an excited squeal – the spell had worked!
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The excitement at the spell being completed was almost completely dashed by the end-of-semester test that Trina had to take in Calculus; math subjects had never been her strong suit. Still, it was an opportunity to put her spell to work. Alex Griffith sat right next to her in this class, something she had been ever-grateful for since the very beginning of the semester. This was one of two classes she happened to have with him – first period Calculus, and fourth period Health and Wellness. In Health, sadly, he sat a few desks away from her, but here and now, he was right by her side, and the knowledge of what was in her bag was suddenly even more thrilling.
Disregarding the still-blank test paper in front of her, she reached down and grabbed the twine-wrapped cloth out of the side pocket in her backpack, tucking it carefully into her sleeve and hoping the teacher didn’t see. No? No. She was in the clear. Trina leaned against her palm as she recalled what the spell had said.
Once the spell has taken effect, intention is the most important factor in the use of the voodoo toy. Keep your mind focused on the target (the person whose name paper the practitioner wrapped in cloth). Picture the cloth as their member BEFORE doing anything to it, or the spell will not work. Just because the toy is connected to the target does not mean it will be effective without the proper use of intention.
BEWARE OF USING THIS SPELL WITH ILL INTENT. Ill intent could draw into play the Power of Three (see Page 412 for Threefold Returns of Energy).