Judy watched her, eyes glimmering. It was funny when they ran. The month she had spent training had given her precision. And power.

Her lips puckered again. This time, she widened them just the slightest amount, aiming them toward the terrified girl. She had chosen her because she was pretty. Her oval face and thin neck stood out among the crowd of unwashed masses. With barely a flicker, Judy sucked again. It was a casual movement. She wanted her to know how little she had to do to suck her right up.

The woman felt the pull starting again. She quickly grabbed the stop sign. Suction smacked at her arms and legs. She felt as though she were the cork in a bottle, about to blow, or a rubber band being pulled to its limit. The force was a physical thing, pulling her toward the accursed lips. It was relentless. Indomitable. The stop sign was beginning to bend.

“No,” the woman yelled.

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