When I placed the tip of the knife to the man’s stomach, Lavinia’s voice said, “No, do not take part in their ritual. You can’t consummate the ritual with The Duchess.” I set the knife down, stood up and backed toward the door. The Duchess sat up smiling, “Your Matriarch won’t allow you to consume the meat with us?” I shook my head. Antigone rose to her feet and said, “If he doesn’t take part in the ritual, he’s not walking out of here.” The Duchess intervened, “No, let him go.”
I exited the room leaving the screams and brutality behind me. As I descended the stairs, the image of Lavinia filled my mind. She sat behind her desk wearing a raven black Victorian-style gown; her disfigured face concealed by the black wooden mask with a red stripe down the middle. Her black hair was twisted up in a bun with a long, shiny steel hairpin protruding from either side. Black Sally stood to the right of Lavinia’s desk. She wore a black turtleneck sweater under a black leather jacket; she wore a long, black skirt and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, a German Shepherd sat panting at her side. To Lavinia’s left stood Damijana, The Gothic Girl was dressed identical to Sally. She clenched the handle of her bloodstained machete in her right hand.
Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess considers manipulation to be a sacred art. You must learn to deal with people like her. She doesn’t just tell outright lies. She makes a person question their own ability to distinguish between truth and fallacy. Her strategy is to confuse, not to convince. You cannot assume that everything she says is a lie. In fact, most of what she tells you will be the truth. As you get to know her, she will seem to be full of contradictions. She’s not. People who appear to be full of contradictions either don’t know themselves, or they are concealing themselves. The Duchess, of course, falls in the latter category. There is nothing complex or contradictory about her. She is solely motivated by her own self-interest and she is ruled by her ego. Appear to become an advocate of her ego, and she’ll consider you an indispensable ally. That’s what I want.
“I want her to put you on a collar and leash. Then you will be collar and leash which I place on her. She will then become another instrument for me to use to carry out my will. Allow yourself to fall under her spell. Become an advocate of her ego. I want you in her heart.
“Keep this in mind, Lilith is locked in the box; Octavia is still taped up in the fetal position. That’s what your peers are doing while you’re out honeymooning with The Duchess. There are many Matriarch’s whose houses I intend to infiltrate, manipulate and takeover. Would you like to continue to assist me in that endeavor? Or would you rather return to the box?”
I thought, “I don’t want the box.”
“Of course you don’t. You’d much rather spend your time playing with the other Matriarchs. Since that’s the case, I strongly suggest that you impress me with your performance. Remember, you exist for one reason and one reason alone, to carry out my will. I acknowledge your love for me Clarence. I am returning your love and rewarding your loyalty by presenting you with this opportunity. Alfred’s position is still vacant, and nothing goes on in your mind without my knowledge. Consider that when you’re tempted to betray me. And you WILL be tempted to betray me.”
I stood at the bottom of the stairs contemplating the thoughts Lavinia had just placed in my mind. I heard a man’s voice shout, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? WHERE’S THERESA?” The door to the attic swung open. The red-headed Duchess stood at the top of the stairs, naked and covered in blood. The man froze, his eyes widened, terror could be seen on his face, it could be smelled in the air.
Theresa barged into the kitchen. “Chris, I told to wait for me at…OH FUCK!!!” Theresa yelled as she gazed up at The Duchess. Chris stuttered, “Th-th-th-is i-is a s-s-scene right?” Theresa solemnly replied, “Yes Chris, it’s just a scene. We need to go.”
The Duchess descended the stairs, “Ah, you’re Chris, Theresa’s fiance and slave. I’ve been dying to meet you.” When The Duchess got to the bottom of the stairs, Theresa protectively stepped in front of Chris, “This isn’t necessary. Please! We’re leaving.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “What are you doing? Do you think that I want their house weak, or strong, prior to my takeover? Exploit the situation.”
I looked at The Duchess and asked, “Did you bring me to your house in order to expose me? This man is not a member of any house and he has just seen my face. My Matriarch finds this situation unacceptable and demands an immediate resolution.”
Theresa yelled, “You shut your fucking mouth! It isn’t your place to make decisions here.”
The Duchess interrupted, “Theresa, the decision has already been made. Do you want to be the one to do it?”
Theresa pleaded, “No! No! Please Duchess! I love this man! Okay? I can’t let you do this. I won’t!” Chris cried out, “Theresa! What’s happening here? Who are these people? I don’t like this Theresa! I don’t feel safe!”
I proclaimed, “Duchess, my Matriarch wants to know if this is how you normally handle your affairs in this house. She is concerned that you have a member of your house who is marrying an outsider, and who is allowing her romantic interests to take priority over proper procedure. Duchess, with all due respect, I would remind you that this is a time of war. All the other houses are watching us, analyzing how we handle this situation. My Matriarch’s position is that this is not a time that we can afford to show weakness.”
Antigone descended the stairs followed by the twins. Lavinia’s voice said, “Theresa is the only voice of wisdom and reason that they have in that house. She brings balance to their table. I want them off-balance. Eliminate her.”
I leaned toward The Duchess and whispered, “You’re on the path to becoming one of the most feared and respected Matriarch’s. That is within your reach. Something like this could ruin your reputation forever.”
In one quick and fluid motion, The Duchess turned, reached into Antigone’s back pocket, pulled out a small pistol and shot Theresa in the eye. Theresa collapsed where she stood. Chris screamed, dropped to his knees and hugged the lifeless body of his fallen Mistress. He looked up at The Duchess with tear-filled eyes. The Duchess coldly stated, “I was gonna give you a quick death. I just had to kill my best friend because of you. Now I’m not gonna kill you. You’re a slave right? Well I know the perfect Mistress for you.” The Duchess turned to me, “I’m bringing him to Lavinia. I understand that her beloved Alfred met with an untimely end. I’m hoping your Matriarch will find Chris to be an acceptable replacement for Alfred.”
I nodded my head.
The Duchess placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Ask her to make sure he suffers as much as Alfred, and for just as many years. Tell her that I’ll consider it a favor.”
I replied, “It will be as you wish Duchess. I’ll see to it personally.
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Kali's Altar 12-16
12
After dinner, the Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Go to the den, I want to look at you when I talk to you.” When I got to the den the Gothic Girl was standing in front of the window, looking out. She spoke out loud, “Your mind is disturbed and you’re anxious. Is there something you want to talk about?”
I said, “Of course I’m anxious and disturbed. You keep me in the dark and I have no idea what to expect. There is too much going on here that I’m not aware of…”
“Why don’t you ask Lavinia!”
Black Sally entered the room. She said, “Damijana, we have important matters to discuss. We do not have the luxury to waste time and energy with this love triangle bullshit. The Great Sathanas expects us to pay him because we killed his workers.”
The Gothic Girl said, “You know Lavinia won’t pay him.”
“I know, and I wouldn’t pay him either. But you know what this means. He’s going to want to go to war over this.”
“Then it will be war. He is a tyrant and he deserves to die.”
“I agree with you Damijana. However, he does have a tremendous amount of resources at his disposal.”
I asked, “Who exactly is The Great Sathanas.”
The Gothic Girl answered, “Some people call him a pimp. I don’t think that’s accurate. I’d call him a Master of slaves, as in someone who has mastered the art of capturing and enslaving people.”
Black Sally said, “He hooks women up to machines and turns them into prostitutes. He started out as a pimp on the street. He was known for keeping his women strung out so he could control them easier. Eventually, he decided to take it a step farther and he started performing lobotomies. His interest in the human brain grew and he began to experiment. I’m not sure how many women died during these experiments but my guess is MANY. Imagine some pimp sitting in grungy motel hooking up wires to some junkies brain, then plugging her in. Ooops! Wrong spot, or too much electricity, and she dies. But eventually he does figure out what spots to stimulate and what spots to shut down. He came up with his own little machine that could keep a woman in a trancelike state. He figured out how to completely wipe out a person’s memory and personality. He could lure in a regular woman, slip something in her drink, hook her up to his machine and by the time she woke up, she’d be a junkie whore who couldn’t remember ever being anything else. He ran a brothel like that. He began to make a lot of money and he caught the attention of some nefarious characters in powerful places. Those powerful individuals happened to be on the same page as the pimp. They saw an opportunity to test out their own mind-control technology and bring in more funding for their research. That relationship developed and flourished. This is how he became The Great Sathanas. Powerful people are protecting him and supplying him with technology that only the military has and most people don’t even know exists. He controls a lot of people, he has a lot people working for him and he has a lot of people protecting him.”
“There are only five people in the house, how will we go up against someone like that?”
The Gothic Girl said, “Did you forget the speech made by Antonija. This house was founded on the blood of tyrants. We will destroy him regardless of his numbers, wealth or fancy titles.”
Sally went on, “This definitely is our war. I hate to say it, but at a time like this we need a Matriarch like Lavinia. She will destroy the demons on the battlefield just as the Goddess did. We must support her in her efforts to make…”
The Gothic Girl interrupted, “There has to be another way. You’re talking about opening up the gates of hell.”
“Since we’re going to war with the devil, I think that ’opening the gates of hell’ is not only preferable, but essential for our survival. Lavinia is going to use Octavia like a Rosetta’s Stone and figure out how to raise the dead. We need to think about what we can do to support her in that effort. That means we need fresh bodies, that haven’t been all cut up.”
“Lavinia will still demand her sacrifices. We can’t bring in people by the busload Sally and we can’t have people comparing this hill to the Bermuda Triangle.”
“We have no choice. After the war, we’ll find a different home base and burn this house to the ground.”
Lavinia’s voice boomed into my head, “EVERYONE TO THE ALTAR!”
When we got to Lavinia’s room, the Jehovah’s Witness was kneeling on the floor in front of Kali’s altar crying. The first thought that came into my head when I saw her was, “I wonder if she’s a virgin.” I felt shamed by my thoughts and hoped no one was in my head. Lavinia’s laughter penetrated my mind. Her voice said, “She IS a virgin my wicked little slave. Would like to be the only man she knows?”
Lilith and Octavia came in the room, both wore black coveralls. Lavinia was seated in her chair, still wearing her blood-red gown with the black and red mask. She turned her head toward Octavia and Lilith, “You two, take off your boots and coveralls, then kneel on either side of her.” She pointed to the Jehovah’s Witness.
Lilith and Octavia did what they were told. I heard Lavinia’s voice in my mind, “Take her! I know you want her. Take her! Take her right in front of the altar. Don’t think slave, DO IT!!!!”
I kneeled behind the woman, grabbed her hair and pushed her head down. She was on her knees with her face pressed to the floor. I yelled at her, “DON’T MOVE!” I let go of her hair. The only movement she made was her trembling. My hand slid over her ass, I squeezed it and slapped it. My fingers found their way to her wet, virgin pussy. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her. I undid my pants. My cock was pulsating and hard as stone.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck that little bitch. I want to watch you turn that churchgoing little good girl into a whore.”
I began pushing my cock into her pussy. She was unbelievably tight. She tried to squirm away from me. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “Octavia, hold her head to floor.” Octavia took two handfuls of the woman’s hair in her fists and held the woman’s head down. I put my hands on her hips and jerked her toward me as I thrust myself forward, forcing my cock inside her. Her pussy was like an oiled, clenched fist squeezing my cock. She let out a high-pitched squeal each time my hips slammed into her ass.
A hand grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me away. It was the Gothic Girl. She got on her knees behind the woman and pulled a large nickel-plated revolver from the waistband of her skirt. She popped out the cylinder and emptied the bullets out on the floor. She picked one of up, placed it back in the cylinder, spun it and slammed it shut. The woman shrieked like a banshee when the Gothic Girl shoved the barrel of the gun into her pussy. She pulled the hammer back “click” The screams got louder, the woman became hysterical.
The Gothic Girl pulled the barrel out her pussy. The woman’s juices glistened on the nickel-plating. The Gothic Girl opened and spun the chamber, then she slammed it shut and shoved the barrel of the gun in the woman’s vagina again. She pulled the hammer back, “BOOM!” The gun went off. Lilith and Octavia both dived for cover. The woman remained on her knees with her face to floor; twitching, blood flowed from her mouth.
Lavinia’s voice yelled, “Give Octavia a dagger! He has to cut her throat!”
Sally pulled her blade and handed it to Octavia. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “Octavia, you must cut her throat NOW!” Octavia hesitated, she remained frozen with the dagger in her hand. Lilith snatched the dagger from her, grabbed the woman’s hair, pulled her head back and slit her throat.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Damijana! Why the fuck did you do that? You fucked up the ritual. Put another bullet in your gun. We’re going to play again.” Lavinia’s face turned to Octavia, “Octavia, when I tell you do something you will do it. Now turn her over and cut her open.”
The Gothic Girl let the empty shell fall from the cylinder of her revolver and replaced it with a bullet. The cylinder spun, slammed shut, then the barrel of the gun was pointed at Octavia’s head “click”. Tears streamed down Octavia’s cheeks. The tool chest raised several inches in the air, then slammed back to the floor. The Gothic Girl spun the cylinder, clicked it back in place and pointed it at Octavia. I yelled, “JUST CUT HER OPEN! SHE’S ALREADY DEAD!” Octavia didn’t seem to hear me. “click” Lavinia’s chair flipped over, throwing her to the floor. She sat up on the floor and casually straightened out her gown.
Octavia pleaded, “Please stop! I can’t do this! I can’t…” The cylinder spun and was slammed back into place. The Gothic Girl said, “I’m not scared of your power Octavia. I will blow your telekinesis right out the back of your fucking head.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “If she doesn’t stick her blade in that bitch, kill her Damijana!”
Lilith screamed, “What’s wrong with you? These people will kill you Octavia! Just cut her open.” The Gothic Girl shoved her gun back in her waist-band and said, “Clarence, get me the bat.” I went to the chest, got the wood baseball bat I used on the doctor and handed it to her. She gripped the handle of the bat with both hands and stood in front of Octavia.
The dagger shook in Octavia’s hand as she pushed the tip of the blade into the woman’s navel. Tears fell from Octavia’s eyes, landing on the flesh of our victim. Octavia pushed the blade in and cut open the woman’s stomach. Then she turned her face toward the ceiling and screamed. The walls shook and the candles blew out on the altar leaving us all in darkness.
A flame was lit by the altar. Lavinia’s black and red mask was all that could be seen in its glow. She re-lit the candles, scooted herself over by Octavia and took the dagger from her hand. Lavinia removed the woman’s liver and held it in the air. Her voice demanded, “Clarence, come feed me.” I took the liver from her hands. Lavinia laid on her back, pulled her gown up to her waist and started playing with her clit. Her voice said, “Damijana! I want you to lick my pussy while Clarence feeds me. Then you can watch him fuck me while you play with yourself.”
I looked at the Gothic Girl. She didn’t look at me. She just glared at her sister. But I could see her eyes, and I could see what was in them…HATE.
13
The Gothic Girl walked out the room, slamming the door behind her. Lavinia’s voice said, “Forget about her. Feed me.” There were no options. I knelt between Lavinia’s bandaged stumps, took a bite of the meat, chewed it for her and fed her. The meat was passed and the ritual was consummated. The blood was mixed with the seed. Sally ate from the meat and passed it to Lilith. Lilith did the same, then passed it to Octavia. Octavia grabbed the meat from her hands and devoured what was left. I was surprised by Lilith and Octavia’s sudden transformation. The sight of the blood, death, fear and suffering seemed to have awoken something deep inside them.
Sally chopped the corpse up with a machete, then Octavia and Lilith carried the pieces to the shed. Lavinia’s voice demanded that I go to her office. As I sat alone in front of her desk, my hands and face covered in blood, my mind was on the hand that held my soul in a clenched fist. I realized then that my enthrallment was not based solely on fear. I had never encountered a person who had so much power centered within themselves. She didn’t need weapons, wealth, permission or praise. Her power was in her heart and mind. She sacrificed her beauty, legs and breast to show that her power could not be diminished and her will could not be thwarted. I had fallen in love with her power, cruelty and defiance.
I heard the door open and turned to see Lavinia sitting on the floor in the doorway. Her voice said, “Put me in my chair.” I got the chair from behind her desk and pushed it to where she was seated. I picked her up, sat her in the chair and pushed her to the desk. She pulled out a brush from the desk drawer and began to brush her hair. Her voice said, “Sit down.”
She still wore the black and red mask. She placed the hairbrush back in the drawer, then laid her blood-stained hands flat on the table. Her voice said, “I have a different plan for Brianna. When we’re done here, you will go across the hall and strangle her. Don’t do anything else to her. I’m going to use her for something and I need her whole. I see that you have a conflict going on inside you. Do I need to cut your heart out so that I can be sure where it is?”
“No.”
“No? Are you saying that your devotion to me is a certainty?”
My heart pounded and anxiety swelled inside me. She knew my thoughts. She was asking a question that I couldn’t answer. Her voice became angry. She slammed her fist on the desk, “I ask for certainty and you give me doubt?”
“I’m in this with you all the way. I have no doubts about my devotion to you?”
“LIAR!!! In your heart you believe that you’re stuck, committed to someone that you’re terrified of, and who you believe will eventually destroy you. Isn’t that the truth? Is that what you call devotion?”
“That describes part of my devotion to you, not all. There is reverence and there is love.”
“That is fear, not love.”
“If you doubt me, then I guess the only way you can be certain is to cut my heart out.” I opened my shirt, exposing my chest, “Go ahead!” She sat motionless and silent for several minutes. Finally, her voice said, “Don’t think you’re special, I can replace you any day.”
“Now you’re the one who is lying…” Instantly and at the same, I began vomiting, pissing and shitting on myself. My right hand balled into a fist and struck me in the mouth.. I tried to stand and collapsed facedown on the floor. I couldn’t move. Then, she was right beside me, turning me over. She climbed top of me, straddling me with her stumps. She held a dagger in her hand.
Her voiced screamed in my head, “TELL ME TO DO IT AGAIN! TELL ME TO CUT YOUR HEART OUT!” Tears streamed from my eyes. She stabbed the dagger into the floor, inches from my face. Then she laid down on top of me. Her voice said, “Don’t tempt me or provoke me. I would regret it if I killed you in anger.” I was able to move again. I placed my hands on her back and thought, “I’m sorry.”
She sat up and got off me. Her voice said, “Go clean yourself up.” I picked her up and put her back in her chair. After a long, hot shower, I put on a black robe that hung on the door. Then I went to the room across the hall and strangled Brianna until her face was dark blue, her one-eye looked like it was going to pop out of its socket and her tongue hung out the side of her mouth.
I left Brianna’s limp body hanging from the restraints on the wall and returned to Lavinia’s office. Octavia was seated in front of the desk. She had showered and changed into a fresh uniform. I took a seat by the door. Lavinia and Octavia both sat in complete silence. I focused on Octavia. There was no voice to the thoughts I picked up, just images flashing into my mind; a circle of women with painted faces standing around a freshly covered grave, hands digging out the dirt, a pine coffin, a man hacking away at the wood with a machete, the corpse opening its eyes, a large woman with a mask identical to the one worn by Lavinia. I tried to draw my focus away from her, the images kept flooding my consciousness. The dead rotting old man that attacked Octavia as a child, a line of expressionless, pale faces; painted bodies dancing in a circle, a wrinkled old woman slicing open a body, the altar, a daemonic Goddess devouring a man alive, a sea of bloody bodies fornicating and feasting.
The images stopped when Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Stay out of Octavia’s head. She is followed by a demon, it frequents her thoughts and may not react well to your presence.”
“Does she know how to bring back the dead?”
“The dead don’t come back. The demon that follows her can channel its energy into a fresh body. I can control that energy once it’s in place.”
“How long till Brianna…”
“Go look. She’s not Brianna anymore.”
I went back to the room across the hall. Brianna was standing up straight. Her one eye looked straight ahead without blinking. Her chest didn’t move, I saw no sign of breathing. I approached her slowly. Lavinia’s voice said, “Careful.” Brianna lunged at me, her teeth snapped shut in front of me. She fought against the restraints, bared her teeth at me and growled. Then she immediately went motionless and silent looking straight ahead.
Black Sally appeared in the doorway smoking, “I like her better as a zombie. She’s a lot nicer like this.” Sally looked at me and we both laughed. It was the first time I had really laughed in several days. I couldn’t tell if it was a humorous laugh or if I was just going insane. Sally motioned toward Lavinia’s office, I followed her in and returned to my seat next to the door. Sally sat on Lavinia’s desk. She spoke out loud, “The Great Sathanas. What do you want to do first?”
Lavinia’s voice replied, “Start hitting his brothels and his workers. I want him to know we’re coming for him. He’ll hide out and hole up. Once we have him in a hole, we’ll blow it up. Start with that whorehouse he‘s got on 8th. Kill everyone inside and burn the place to the ground. Don‘t take anything from there. Do you understand? I don‘t care what you find in that house, you leave it there. Burn everything.”
I asked, “What about the women?”
Lavinia replied, “What about them? When I say kill everyone inside, it means exactly that. The women, the tricks, the guys watching over the place, the dog; no one escapes and no one is left breathing. This is war. The only rule in war is ‘Win’. Destroy your enemy. Sathanas cannot protect his business interests from us. If he can’t make money, he can’t exist. The people backing him will walk away and they‘ll take their equipment with them. They may even kill him before we get the chance. Either way, the enemy will be neutralized.”
14
Sleep. I desperately needed sleep. That was all I could think of as I made my way back to my room. Sally walked ahead of me. As we descended the stairs she spoke out loud, “You need to prepare yourself for what’s coming. You entertain your weakness too much. The things you desire, the things that make you feel good, serve as a handle that others can easily grab onto and lead you around. You can’t be susceptible to every Ann and Jane that catches your eye, or you’re done for.” She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turned and looked me in the eyes. I said, “In order for me to be prepared, I need to know what to expect.”
“You can expect the fires of hell. What answer do you pretend to seek that you don’t already have?”
“I don’t know what the fuck is going to come at me next. There were things I’ve always been to afraid to believe in, I’ve been exposed to the reality of those things in recent days. I don’t know what kind of demon or monster will jump out of the shadows at me next.”
“What does the monster’s name matter? Or what it looks like? You should be familiar with the nature of monster’s by now. The difference between one and the other is just details and trivialities. Demons? They’re as many and varied as all the people born into this earth and they’re everywhere. They have systems and societies in place older than the Sun. You’re always surrounded by demons; most of them are indifferent, some will be very hostile to you, others will look for ways to use you, none will hold you in higher regard than an insect. Humans have more control over the orbits of the planets than the affairs and intentions of the demons all around them. What’s the use in worrying about it?”
“Does the Goddess protect us from the demons?”
“She destroys demons. She consumes lesser gods and seizes or destroys their creations. Without Her, there would be a thousand gods for every star in the sky. Except there would be no stars or sky; no harmony, creation or growth. You can expect there to be deities, spirits and demonic forces that will want to destroy you.”
“Good versus evil?”
“Do you view every war between men as a battle of good versus evil? When you see two people in a fistfight, is that a battle between good and evil? Or is the conflict much more simple? Is a battle between lions and hyenas a battle between good and evil? Who’s good? Who’s evil? Who decides?”
“Is there a ‘good and evil’?”
“Ask Lavinia.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my head, “There is no good and evil. There is only victory and defeat. The victor makes the rules and decides what to label ‘good and evil’.”
Sally smiled and said, “The title of ‘good’ always goes the winner right?”
I nodded and replied, “The only evil is defeat.”
“Some people have different definitions.”
“What’s your definition?”
“’Good and evil’ is irrelevant.”
“Is The Great Sathanas evil?”
“He’s our enemy. Again, ‘good and evil’ are irrelevant. He is our enemy regardless.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“You’re not asking me anything you don’t already know. If there is a Creator who made everything, including all that is labeled ’good’ or ’evil’, is that Creator good, evil or both. Have you ever read the Bible?”
I nodded my head.
“The Bible says God created the earth. Who does the Bible say is the ‘ruler of this world’? Who could have appointed him as ruler, if not God? And who was in charge of keeping the Serpent in, or out, of Eden?”
“So any agent of Satan is an agent of God?”
“And ’good and evil’ is irrelevant.”
“So are our sacrifices to God?”
“The Goddess has existed longer than the God who created this material world and the spirits, deities and creatures that fill it.”
“What did she create?”
“Consciousness. From that, all the other gods and goddesses were born.”
Damijana appeared in the hallway that led to the dining room, living room and den. She seemed to stare straight through me. Without speaking, Sally walked away. I focused on Damijana and thought, “I’m devoted to Lavinia, that will never change.”
“You’re too small-minded to plan any farther than next week, much less forever. I’m the last woman who you should expect to impress with declarations of eternal love for my sister. You must think eternal love means, ’Until something better comes along.’ We’ll settle the issues that exist between us later. You should rest and get ready for the days ahead.”
“You could have given me a choice.”
“You’ve always had a choice Clarence. I know that it’s easier for you to believe otherwise. You’ve had choices every step of the way.”
“What were my choices? Be a part of this or die? You or Lavinia?”
“You chose me over the life you had before. You chose to become a part of this because it was more important to you to remain among the living, than to remain among the men who live their whole lives without shedding innocent blood. You’d rather be a living murderer than a dead man with clean hands. There’s no shame in that. If our ancestors hadn’t felt the same way, we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation now. We’d be extinct. You never once tried to escape and you didn’t walk away when Lavinia gave you the opportunity. You’ve chosen this life just like you chose to fall in love with my sister. You chose her over me. Now, here you are looking for someone to blame for your own fucked up choices. The only person to blame for the situation you’re in is you.”
“No, you’re wrong.” I didn’t choose to fall in love with your sister. I had no more control over that than you had control over what this house turned you into.”
“And what did this house turn you into Clarence? A raping, murdering thug; Lavinia’s loyal henchman. The few moral values that you had when you came in were quickly discarded as soon as the opportunity presented itself.”
“You anticipated every change that has taken place within me.”
“I didn’t anticipate that you would forget me so quickly. I selected you for the particular brand of loyalty you possess. I misjudged the nature of that loyalty. Lavinia did not.”
“Are you saying that I’m disloyal.”
“You’re loyal to the Power behind the Altar. You’re not loyal to any particular person. You’re perfect for the house. You’re perfect for a Matriarch like Lavinia. Your type is an asset to an ideology, a system, an organization or a dictator. At the same time that you’re an asset to the organization, you’re a danger to its individual members. That’s what you have in common with my sister. You let go of me the moment you felt Lavinia’s power and realized she would give you access to it in exchange for your unconditional loyalty and obedience. Some might call that love. Others would call it a form of prostitution.”
“I love the woman, her power is just a part of who she is.”
“Save that Mickey Mouse bullshit Romeo. Your thing with Lavinia might be romantic if it wasn’t so politically advantageous for you. You’re far too calculating to be sincere. In the end, you’re only loyal to your own self-interest.”
“I gave up everything to follow you, and this is where you led me.”
Lavinia appeared at the top of the stairs. Her voice said, “You two have nothing to discuss other than how to address our adversary. Damijana, I suggest you refrain from stooping beneath your role in this house.”
If Damijana replied, she replied directly to the mind of her sister. I only saw her turn and storm away. Lavinia’s voice said, “She’s wrong. Your loyalty is solid. She’s too weak to hold it.”
“What about the things Sally told me? About God and Satan? About Demons?”
“Sally is a simple girl with simple explanations. She suggests a conflict where none exists. Satan was God’s favorite angel. Allegedly he opposed God, yet he still exists. Not only does he exist, but he has been given authority over dominion’s within the Lord’s Kingdom. The God who created the reality you exist in is not the only God or Creator. But we exist in the reality He created. We are His creations. His creations on this planet live in world ruled by His favorite angel. If you’re here, human and interacting with other humans, you’re playing The King of This World’s game. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Catholic, Muslim, Hindu, Atheist, Fascist or Socialist, they’re all marching to the beat of the same drum. They all have the same form, the same function; they all fight the same kinds of wars and for the same reasons. The people, the culture, the religion, the political beliefs, race; all that is interchangeable. One thing remains constant throughout, the Devil’s Will will be done. If the Goddess disagreed with the order of things here, she would destroy the Devil’s Dominion. Our Goddess guides us through this world and we do Her bidding along the way. I see your fear. There is one thing about Satan. He doesn’t play favorites. Everything that rises in his dominion falls, without exception. If you wish to see an example of this, look at the rise and fall of Jesus Christ. It doesn’t matter to The King of This World what your banner says or what symbol adorns your breast, as long as there is a symbol there. What would this earth be without it’s flag, banners, symbols and marching soldiers. The person who speaks wears the mark of the beast. So you’ll have to go find a person who has lived their life without a language to find someone who doesn’t have the mark. You’re asking where you fit into all this. You wear the marks of both the Beast and the Goddess. But you belong to the Goddess and your function is to serve as an instrument for her to impose Her Will on the Beast’s System. Sally told you ’good and evil’ are irrelevant. I told you there is only victory and defeat. The person who thirsts and finds water will live on due to that seemingly small victory. The defeated dies of thirst, most likely the result of self-defeat as opposed to lack of water.”
“How can I be victorious in the coming battles.”
“Dispose of your fear, desire and mercy.”
15
After Lavinia’s lesson, I was dismissed to return to my room and rest. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Visions of tortured, anguished faces twisted up in unnatural grimaces haunted my dreams. I walked alone on a road lined with mutilated and dismembered bodies. The smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. Cold, razor-sharp steel sliced through my skin and into the muscle and bone underneath. I felt the handle of the dagger in my hand.
My eyes opened and I sat up startled. I was sitting naked on cold cement floor. The entire room was concrete. A dim yellow overhead lamp lit the room. I heard a woman’s voice behind me, “Clarence.” When I turned, I saw three women seated on three wooden chairs. They all wore long black gowns, black leather boots and gloves; every inch of flesh was covered except for their faces. They all had long black hair and dark complexions. They looked to be from some Middle-Eastern country like Iran or Lebanon. None of the women appeared to be over 30. But there was something about them, an energy they emanated, that made them seem very old, and very serious. They all sat up straight in their chairs, right leg crossed over the left, hands folded in their laps. The women stared at me without speaking, their expressions didn’t change.
As I looked from one pair of eyes to the next, I began sweating profusely, my heart pounded and panic covered me like quilt of thorns. The woman in the middle asked, “What are you afraid of?” Her voice was soft, warm and even motherly. However, the sound of her voice instantly prompted my body to react. I sat frozen in terror. I began to hyperventilate. The woman on the left asked, “Do you know who we are?”
I rolled over on my side and my body tightened into a sweat-coated ball of tension convulsing on the floor. The woman in the middle leaned forward and whispered, “Calm.” My body immediately stop convulsing, I caught my breath and my thoughts began to clear. Still I remained curled in a ball shivering in fear.
The woman on the right asked, “Why are you afraid of us?” I wouldn’t have been able to answer that question even if I had been able to open my mouth to speak. I didn’t know why I was so afraid of those women. All I knew was that their presence terrified me in a way I had never experienced before.
The woman on the left repeated, “Do you know who we are?” I shook my head. The woman in the middle took over, “That’s no surprise. We’re not as popular with the humans as some of the others. You may not be consciously aware of who we are, but your soul remembers us well. Everybody knows us. Most people can’t function with the level of terror that comes with having an awareness of our existence.”
The woman on the right said, “Your kind likes the blindfolded woman with the scales. A harlot, that’s who you would have administer justice. A symbol of corruption.”
The woman on the left, “We’ve been administering justice since the beginning. All of humanity stands guilty in Our eyes along with the parasitic gods and spirits that nurture and collect your souls.”
The woman in the middle, “We’ve been referred to by many names. Some flattering, some not. In humanity’s early years of language, we were commonly referred to with various forms of ‘The Worst Thing That Could Possibly Happen to You‘. I prefer ‘The Beautiful Ones’.”
The woman on the left, “Close your eyes.” I squeezed my eyes shut and saw a short middle-aged man with glasses. He stood in front of a large hole in the ground. He was a Black man dressed in wranglers, a plaid button up shirt tucked into his jeans and cowboy boots. The woman on the left’s voice said, “Meet The Great Sathanas. Look in the hole.”
I moved toward the hole in my vision. The Great Sathanas didn’t move, it was if he couldn’t see me. I looked down into hole, a family of four laid at the bottom. A large man in overalls appeared at my side with a shovel and began filling in the hole. The voice of the woman in the middle said, “That family didn’t anything but move into an apartment upstairs from one of his businesses. Watch this.”
I saw a young woman alone in her apartment. She sat curled on her loveseat studying a college textbook. The vertical hanging blinds behind her stirred then two dark figures crept in through the slider. One of them snuck up on the woman, pounced on her, punched her and covered her mouth with his hand. The other went to the front-door and opened it. Four more men entered, including The Great Sathanas. They shut the door and one of the men said, “Wait a minute before you hook that shit to her head. I don’t want her to enjoy it yet. I want to see the fear and pain in that bitches eyes when I’m fucking her.”
The Great Sathanas stood to the side and watched as the five men threw the woman on the floor, tore her clothes off, then shoved their dicks down her throat till she choked and tears streamed from her eyes. They laughed and passed a fifth back and forth as they took turns raping and sodomizing the young woman. The Great Sathanas commanded, “Hold that bitch down.” Then he pulled a scalpel from his jacket, knelt down by the woman’s head and made a small incision behind her ear. He then used tweezers to insert a small device into the hole. One of the men asked, “How do you keep it from getting infected.” The Great Sathanas replied, “If it gets infected I just cut the bitches head off, pull the chip out, wash it off and put it in a new bitch.” The men all laughed.
The Great Sathanas sealed the incision with the same kind of glue I’d seen used in the hospitals, then he placed a small piece of medical tape over it. He then pulled a small control pad from his pocket and pressed a button. The men seemed to struggle to hold the young woman down as she began convulsing violently.
The Great Sathanas pushed another button and the woman went stiff as if an electrical current was passing through her body. He pushed another button and the woman’s body went limp, her eyes rolled around in her head, a slight grin appeared at the corners of the woman’s mouth. The Great Sathanas pulled a syringe from his jacket, popped off the cap, picked a vein in the woman’s arm and inserted the needle. The woman’s grin widened. The Great Sathanas said, “Fuck that bitch now and see what happens.” One of the men quickly undid his pants, pushed his pants down to his knees and shoved his dick into the young woman. She moaned and rocked her head from side to side, her grin turned into a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear.
The voice of the woman on the right said, “Let’s fast forward this a little bit.” I saw the same woman, she no longer looked like a healthy college student. She was skin and bones with bleached blond hair, heavy make-up, a tight-fitting black shirt that said “SLUT” and a black mini-skirt. She sat on the edge of a bed staring straight ahead. Her face remained in a constant, unsettling grin. Loud voices could be heard outside the door leading to the room. The Great Sathanas entered followed by a large group of drunken young men. The Great Sathanas said, “Alright. You boys got four hours. We’ll bring you up some beer and a couple of bottles. Let me know if you need anything else. It’s your party boys, have fun.” The young men fell on the woman like a pack of ravenous wolves.
I opened my eyes. The woman on the right said, “When she’s so beat up and repulsive that nobody wants to fuck her, he’ll strangle her and have his henchmen dump her body behind some meth house. Her parents will search for answers as to why their normally responsible and loving daughter suddenly turned into a drug addicted prostitute who was eventually murdered on the street. They’ll wonder why she didn’t tell them. They’ll wonder how they couldn’t tell. Meanwhile, another young woman will be delivered to The Great Sathanas by the gangbangers and drug-addicts he has working for him. He pays them $500 a head for every fairly attractive young woman they can deliver to him. Of course, none of those women know that they’re being led into forced prostitution.”
The woman on the right added, “This is the sort of thing that catches our attention.”
The woman in the middle, “Lavinia has caught our attention as well. First, you will help her destroy The Great Sathanas. Then you will kill Lavinia. If you don’t, we will and then we will hold you accountable for the blood you have shed. If you do what we require, we will consider the murders you participated in to be acts of necessity and we will leave you alone. Think carefully about this Clarence. There are thousands of stories about nice places like Hell. The reality is that we decide who is damned and who isn’t. We are the one’s in charge of the damned. But you won’t find too many stories about us. You just know that for some reason you are deathly afraid of us. Don’t be ashamed of your fear. The Creator of this world has a similar reaction when we appear in His presence. There is no power that exists that can protect you from us.”
The woman on the left said, “The human mind cannot begin to comprehend eternal torture. That means forever. When this entire universe passes away and another one is born; then after that one passes to make way for another, you will still be suffering. There is no ‘place’ called Hell where all the sinners party together. The souls we punish suffer in isolation. We may allow you some company to fall in love with. But that’s only so that we can take what you love away from you, torture and destroy that which you love right in front of you and use your love to torture you further.”
The woman on the right, “We’ll bless you with a hundred offspring, let you nurture them, raise them, love them with all your being; then we’ll make you sit and watch helplessly as we hunt them down one by one and rip them to pieces.”
The women then changed into three large black birds, smashed through the concrete ceiling and flew away. I woke up in my room. I had no idea what time it was but everything was dark. Lavinia’s voice said, “Find some clean clothes, then go downstairs and eat. You, Damijana, Sally and Brianna are leaving right before dawn.”
16
I sat in the back of the Blazer with Brianna. She had been washed and dressed in a gray sweatshirt and jeans. She wore large dark sunglasses and a lot of make-up. She still looked dead sitting motionless and silent. Sally drove and Damijana rode in the passenger seat. I tried to keep my nerves calm. My mind kept thinking, “I need a gun.” Lavinia’s voice responded to my thought, “Your weapon is under the seat.” I found a two foot long spiked wooden club under my seat. Lavinia’s voice said, “There are two men in the house who watch over the place. Four women are in there working and there are three tricks inside right now. This is their slowest time of the day. Brianna will take care of at least one of the two men. Let Damijana and Sally deal with the other one and the tricks. You will go straight to the bedrooms and execute the women.”
“I can’t just shoot them?”
“No. I don’t want fireworks this morning?”
“We’re burning the house. I could just tie the women up…”
“No, you cannot just tie the women up and leave them to burn. You will smash out their brains with the mace under your seat. Are you afraid of the work involved or The Furies?” I was relieved that she had brought issue up. Nothing went on in my mind without her knowledge, not even my dreams. I replied, “Yes, I’m afraid of both. I’m afraid of beating four women to death with a club and I’m especially afraid of ‘The Beautiful Ones’.”
“They gave you permission to kill. They told you that after you help me destroy The Great Sathanas, you must kill me. I care about you, I don’t want you to suffer eternal torture. Follow the orders handed down to you by ‘the powers that be’. The first task you were given is to help me destroy The Great Sathanas, correct? Good. Now get ready to take that club under the seat and execute the four women inside the house.” I reached under the seat, grabbed the spiked club and wondered if the previous nights ‘vision’ was really a vision at all.
The Blazer came to a stop in front of a one-story single family home. Nobody spoke, everyone was following orders communicated directly to their brains by Lavinia. I had no idea what Brianna was going to do. I followed Sally and Damijana as they hurried to the front door. Brianna followed closely behind me. Damijana carried a machete at her side, Black Sally pulled a dagger from the small of her back and slammed her foot into the door right beside the deadbolt. The door flew in and Brianna ran into the apartment followed by Damijana and Sally. I crossed the threshold and pushed the door shut behind me. A high-pitched scream came from my left, Brianna had a man pinned down on the floor. She was tearing the flesh from his face with her teeth.
A large Hispanic man came running down the hallway. Damijana stood in his path, the machete concealed behind her long skirt. When the man approached, she stepped to the side and slashed him across the eyes with the blade. In a matter of seconds, she chopped the man’s left leg off at the knee then decapitated him after he fell to the floor. Black Sally stormed down the hallway kicking in doors. A shirtless man came rushing out one of the rooms struggling to pull his pants up. Sally buried her dagger in the man’s groin, pushed him up against the wall, then pulled the blade up to his sternum. I went to the hallway and entered the first room. A naked woman sat on the bed smiling. I raised the mace in the air; the smile never left her face as I broke open her skull. I went to the next room; hair, brain and bone dangling from the spikes on my mace. I heard a man screaming in one of the other rooms. He didn’t scream long, then all that could be heard was the sound of the machete hacking through muscle and bone.
It was the same with the woman in the next room, except she was a red-head. She sat on the bed with a detached look in her eye and that creepy grin on her face. She fell to the side like a bowling pin when the club collided with the side of her head with a loud meaty crack. The side of the woman’s head had been completely torn off revealing her brain. I pulled the large section of skull and red-hair from my mace and went to the next room.
The only difference in the next room was the hair color, she was a brunette, and I had to hit her seven times before she stopped twitching. When I entered the fourth room, I stopped dead my tracks, the club fell from my hand. It was the college girl from my dream. Sally entered the room. She yelled, “What the fuck are you waiting for?”
I said, “I know her. I won’t do it.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Kill her. I told you to kill all four women.”
I thought, “You know who she is. You saw my dream.”
Lavinia replied, “There is nothing you can do for her. We can’t let her go.”
“We can take her with us.”
“No, you cannot. She can be tracked by that chip in her head and she can still be controlled.”
“I know where it is. We can cut it out.” I heard the screams of the last remaining man. Black Sally grabbed a handful of the college girl’s hair and pulled her head back as if she were going to slit her throat. She found the scar behind the girl’s ear and dug out the chip. The college girl immediately began screaming and flailing around. Sally punched her in the face, knocking her unconscious. She looked at me, shook her head and said, “You get to carry her and hurry the fuck up.”
As I dragged the college girl toward the front door, Damijana came in carrying a gas can and began dousing the furniture with gasoline. Brianna stood by the door, her face and hair soaked in blood. The body of her victim laid several feet away, blood, organs and intestines fanned out from all sides. Brianna helped me lift the college girl and carry her to the Blazer. We threw her on the floor and climbed in. Sally and Damijana hurried out the house and hopped in the vehicle. Black smoke billowed out the door as we pulled away. Damijana pulled a bag of towels from under her seat. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get the gallon of water, dish soap, bucket and bag of clothes from behind the rear seat. We washed the blood and brain matter from our hands and faces as we drove. We stripped off our clothes and changed into fresh ones. Damijana climbed in to the backseat and duct taped the college girls wrist’s, ankles and mouth.
Black Sally lit a cigarette, “Clarence. Where do you know that girl from?”
“I used to go to school with her.”
Damijana asked, “Would you like to try that again Clarence, without the bullshit?”
“I know her from a vision I had.”
Sally said, “Lavinia let you keep that woman…” she took long drag from her cigarette and slowly shook her head, “You’re telling me that Lavinia wanted to make you happy so we broke our line and let one of the women live? My life depends on the decisions Lavinia makes and she’s now making decisions based on what makes you happy? I know she can hear me right through your ears. That’s how close you two have become. So give me an answer Clarence. Ask your Mistress if that’s what the situation is here.” Sally pulled into the parking of a shopping center and parked. She turned in her seat and pointed large pistol at my face. She continued, “If that is the situation, I’ll just kill you right now before you get me killed later on down the road.”
Damijana held a .380 to Sally’s head. “I may agree with what you’re doing right now, but that doesn’t change the fact that if you kill Clarence without the Matriarch’s permission, you will be the next one to die.”
“Your sister…”
“My sister is the Matriarch of this family and you will follow her orders.”
Sally glared at me through narrowed eyes, then she smirked, “All right Damijana, I’m in line. But the next time this motherfucker’s woman issues put my life in danger, I’m killing him and I won’t give a fuck about the consequences.” She put the pistol away, turned back around and pulled off. I focused on Damijana and thought, “Thank you.” Her voice said, “Don’t thank me. Thank Lavinia. I didn’t do that for you. I agree with Sally that you should be executed. My sister disagrees. Today, she makes the rules. You should consider what will happen to you if our beloved Matriarch ever passes away.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “The more that I realize just how inextricably intertwined our fates are, the more I wonder if there really is such a thing as soul mates.”
After dinner, the Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Go to the den, I want to look at you when I talk to you.” When I got to the den the Gothic Girl was standing in front of the window, looking out. She spoke out loud, “Your mind is disturbed and you’re anxious. Is there something you want to talk about?”
I said, “Of course I’m anxious and disturbed. You keep me in the dark and I have no idea what to expect. There is too much going on here that I’m not aware of…”
“Why don’t you ask Lavinia!”
Black Sally entered the room. She said, “Damijana, we have important matters to discuss. We do not have the luxury to waste time and energy with this love triangle bullshit. The Great Sathanas expects us to pay him because we killed his workers.”
The Gothic Girl said, “You know Lavinia won’t pay him.”
“I know, and I wouldn’t pay him either. But you know what this means. He’s going to want to go to war over this.”
“Then it will be war. He is a tyrant and he deserves to die.”
“I agree with you Damijana. However, he does have a tremendous amount of resources at his disposal.”
I asked, “Who exactly is The Great Sathanas.”
The Gothic Girl answered, “Some people call him a pimp. I don’t think that’s accurate. I’d call him a Master of slaves, as in someone who has mastered the art of capturing and enslaving people.”
Black Sally said, “He hooks women up to machines and turns them into prostitutes. He started out as a pimp on the street. He was known for keeping his women strung out so he could control them easier. Eventually, he decided to take it a step farther and he started performing lobotomies. His interest in the human brain grew and he began to experiment. I’m not sure how many women died during these experiments but my guess is MANY. Imagine some pimp sitting in grungy motel hooking up wires to some junkies brain, then plugging her in. Ooops! Wrong spot, or too much electricity, and she dies. But eventually he does figure out what spots to stimulate and what spots to shut down. He came up with his own little machine that could keep a woman in a trancelike state. He figured out how to completely wipe out a person’s memory and personality. He could lure in a regular woman, slip something in her drink, hook her up to his machine and by the time she woke up, she’d be a junkie whore who couldn’t remember ever being anything else. He ran a brothel like that. He began to make a lot of money and he caught the attention of some nefarious characters in powerful places. Those powerful individuals happened to be on the same page as the pimp. They saw an opportunity to test out their own mind-control technology and bring in more funding for their research. That relationship developed and flourished. This is how he became The Great Sathanas. Powerful people are protecting him and supplying him with technology that only the military has and most people don’t even know exists. He controls a lot of people, he has a lot people working for him and he has a lot of people protecting him.”
“There are only five people in the house, how will we go up against someone like that?”
The Gothic Girl said, “Did you forget the speech made by Antonija. This house was founded on the blood of tyrants. We will destroy him regardless of his numbers, wealth or fancy titles.”
Sally went on, “This definitely is our war. I hate to say it, but at a time like this we need a Matriarch like Lavinia. She will destroy the demons on the battlefield just as the Goddess did. We must support her in her efforts to make…”
The Gothic Girl interrupted, “There has to be another way. You’re talking about opening up the gates of hell.”
“Since we’re going to war with the devil, I think that ’opening the gates of hell’ is not only preferable, but essential for our survival. Lavinia is going to use Octavia like a Rosetta’s Stone and figure out how to raise the dead. We need to think about what we can do to support her in that effort. That means we need fresh bodies, that haven’t been all cut up.”
“Lavinia will still demand her sacrifices. We can’t bring in people by the busload Sally and we can’t have people comparing this hill to the Bermuda Triangle.”
“We have no choice. After the war, we’ll find a different home base and burn this house to the ground.”
Lavinia’s voice boomed into my head, “EVERYONE TO THE ALTAR!”
When we got to Lavinia’s room, the Jehovah’s Witness was kneeling on the floor in front of Kali’s altar crying. The first thought that came into my head when I saw her was, “I wonder if she’s a virgin.” I felt shamed by my thoughts and hoped no one was in my head. Lavinia’s laughter penetrated my mind. Her voice said, “She IS a virgin my wicked little slave. Would like to be the only man she knows?”
Lilith and Octavia came in the room, both wore black coveralls. Lavinia was seated in her chair, still wearing her blood-red gown with the black and red mask. She turned her head toward Octavia and Lilith, “You two, take off your boots and coveralls, then kneel on either side of her.” She pointed to the Jehovah’s Witness.
Lilith and Octavia did what they were told. I heard Lavinia’s voice in my mind, “Take her! I know you want her. Take her! Take her right in front of the altar. Don’t think slave, DO IT!!!!”
I kneeled behind the woman, grabbed her hair and pushed her head down. She was on her knees with her face pressed to the floor. I yelled at her, “DON’T MOVE!” I let go of her hair. The only movement she made was her trembling. My hand slid over her ass, I squeezed it and slapped it. My fingers found their way to her wet, virgin pussy. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her. I undid my pants. My cock was pulsating and hard as stone.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck that little bitch. I want to watch you turn that churchgoing little good girl into a whore.”
I began pushing my cock into her pussy. She was unbelievably tight. She tried to squirm away from me. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “Octavia, hold her head to floor.” Octavia took two handfuls of the woman’s hair in her fists and held the woman’s head down. I put my hands on her hips and jerked her toward me as I thrust myself forward, forcing my cock inside her. Her pussy was like an oiled, clenched fist squeezing my cock. She let out a high-pitched squeal each time my hips slammed into her ass.
A hand grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me away. It was the Gothic Girl. She got on her knees behind the woman and pulled a large nickel-plated revolver from the waistband of her skirt. She popped out the cylinder and emptied the bullets out on the floor. She picked one of up, placed it back in the cylinder, spun it and slammed it shut. The woman shrieked like a banshee when the Gothic Girl shoved the barrel of the gun into her pussy. She pulled the hammer back “click” The screams got louder, the woman became hysterical.
The Gothic Girl pulled the barrel out her pussy. The woman’s juices glistened on the nickel-plating. The Gothic Girl opened and spun the chamber, then she slammed it shut and shoved the barrel of the gun in the woman’s vagina again. She pulled the hammer back, “BOOM!” The gun went off. Lilith and Octavia both dived for cover. The woman remained on her knees with her face to floor; twitching, blood flowed from her mouth.
Lavinia’s voice yelled, “Give Octavia a dagger! He has to cut her throat!”
Sally pulled her blade and handed it to Octavia. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “Octavia, you must cut her throat NOW!” Octavia hesitated, she remained frozen with the dagger in her hand. Lilith snatched the dagger from her, grabbed the woman’s hair, pulled her head back and slit her throat.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Damijana! Why the fuck did you do that? You fucked up the ritual. Put another bullet in your gun. We’re going to play again.” Lavinia’s face turned to Octavia, “Octavia, when I tell you do something you will do it. Now turn her over and cut her open.”
The Gothic Girl let the empty shell fall from the cylinder of her revolver and replaced it with a bullet. The cylinder spun, slammed shut, then the barrel of the gun was pointed at Octavia’s head “click”. Tears streamed down Octavia’s cheeks. The tool chest raised several inches in the air, then slammed back to the floor. The Gothic Girl spun the cylinder, clicked it back in place and pointed it at Octavia. I yelled, “JUST CUT HER OPEN! SHE’S ALREADY DEAD!” Octavia didn’t seem to hear me. “click” Lavinia’s chair flipped over, throwing her to the floor. She sat up on the floor and casually straightened out her gown.
Octavia pleaded, “Please stop! I can’t do this! I can’t…” The cylinder spun and was slammed back into place. The Gothic Girl said, “I’m not scared of your power Octavia. I will blow your telekinesis right out the back of your fucking head.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “If she doesn’t stick her blade in that bitch, kill her Damijana!”
Lilith screamed, “What’s wrong with you? These people will kill you Octavia! Just cut her open.” The Gothic Girl shoved her gun back in her waist-band and said, “Clarence, get me the bat.” I went to the chest, got the wood baseball bat I used on the doctor and handed it to her. She gripped the handle of the bat with both hands and stood in front of Octavia.
The dagger shook in Octavia’s hand as she pushed the tip of the blade into the woman’s navel. Tears fell from Octavia’s eyes, landing on the flesh of our victim. Octavia pushed the blade in and cut open the woman’s stomach. Then she turned her face toward the ceiling and screamed. The walls shook and the candles blew out on the altar leaving us all in darkness.
A flame was lit by the altar. Lavinia’s black and red mask was all that could be seen in its glow. She re-lit the candles, scooted herself over by Octavia and took the dagger from her hand. Lavinia removed the woman’s liver and held it in the air. Her voice demanded, “Clarence, come feed me.” I took the liver from her hands. Lavinia laid on her back, pulled her gown up to her waist and started playing with her clit. Her voice said, “Damijana! I want you to lick my pussy while Clarence feeds me. Then you can watch him fuck me while you play with yourself.”
I looked at the Gothic Girl. She didn’t look at me. She just glared at her sister. But I could see her eyes, and I could see what was in them…HATE.
13
The Gothic Girl walked out the room, slamming the door behind her. Lavinia’s voice said, “Forget about her. Feed me.” There were no options. I knelt between Lavinia’s bandaged stumps, took a bite of the meat, chewed it for her and fed her. The meat was passed and the ritual was consummated. The blood was mixed with the seed. Sally ate from the meat and passed it to Lilith. Lilith did the same, then passed it to Octavia. Octavia grabbed the meat from her hands and devoured what was left. I was surprised by Lilith and Octavia’s sudden transformation. The sight of the blood, death, fear and suffering seemed to have awoken something deep inside them.
Sally chopped the corpse up with a machete, then Octavia and Lilith carried the pieces to the shed. Lavinia’s voice demanded that I go to her office. As I sat alone in front of her desk, my hands and face covered in blood, my mind was on the hand that held my soul in a clenched fist. I realized then that my enthrallment was not based solely on fear. I had never encountered a person who had so much power centered within themselves. She didn’t need weapons, wealth, permission or praise. Her power was in her heart and mind. She sacrificed her beauty, legs and breast to show that her power could not be diminished and her will could not be thwarted. I had fallen in love with her power, cruelty and defiance.
I heard the door open and turned to see Lavinia sitting on the floor in the doorway. Her voice said, “Put me in my chair.” I got the chair from behind her desk and pushed it to where she was seated. I picked her up, sat her in the chair and pushed her to the desk. She pulled out a brush from the desk drawer and began to brush her hair. Her voice said, “Sit down.”
She still wore the black and red mask. She placed the hairbrush back in the drawer, then laid her blood-stained hands flat on the table. Her voice said, “I have a different plan for Brianna. When we’re done here, you will go across the hall and strangle her. Don’t do anything else to her. I’m going to use her for something and I need her whole. I see that you have a conflict going on inside you. Do I need to cut your heart out so that I can be sure where it is?”
“No.”
“No? Are you saying that your devotion to me is a certainty?”
My heart pounded and anxiety swelled inside me. She knew my thoughts. She was asking a question that I couldn’t answer. Her voice became angry. She slammed her fist on the desk, “I ask for certainty and you give me doubt?”
“I’m in this with you all the way. I have no doubts about my devotion to you?”
“LIAR!!! In your heart you believe that you’re stuck, committed to someone that you’re terrified of, and who you believe will eventually destroy you. Isn’t that the truth? Is that what you call devotion?”
“That describes part of my devotion to you, not all. There is reverence and there is love.”
“That is fear, not love.”
“If you doubt me, then I guess the only way you can be certain is to cut my heart out.” I opened my shirt, exposing my chest, “Go ahead!” She sat motionless and silent for several minutes. Finally, her voice said, “Don’t think you’re special, I can replace you any day.”
“Now you’re the one who is lying…” Instantly and at the same, I began vomiting, pissing and shitting on myself. My right hand balled into a fist and struck me in the mouth.. I tried to stand and collapsed facedown on the floor. I couldn’t move. Then, she was right beside me, turning me over. She climbed top of me, straddling me with her stumps. She held a dagger in her hand.
Her voiced screamed in my head, “TELL ME TO DO IT AGAIN! TELL ME TO CUT YOUR HEART OUT!” Tears streamed from my eyes. She stabbed the dagger into the floor, inches from my face. Then she laid down on top of me. Her voice said, “Don’t tempt me or provoke me. I would regret it if I killed you in anger.” I was able to move again. I placed my hands on her back and thought, “I’m sorry.”
She sat up and got off me. Her voice said, “Go clean yourself up.” I picked her up and put her back in her chair. After a long, hot shower, I put on a black robe that hung on the door. Then I went to the room across the hall and strangled Brianna until her face was dark blue, her one-eye looked like it was going to pop out of its socket and her tongue hung out the side of her mouth.
I left Brianna’s limp body hanging from the restraints on the wall and returned to Lavinia’s office. Octavia was seated in front of the desk. She had showered and changed into a fresh uniform. I took a seat by the door. Lavinia and Octavia both sat in complete silence. I focused on Octavia. There was no voice to the thoughts I picked up, just images flashing into my mind; a circle of women with painted faces standing around a freshly covered grave, hands digging out the dirt, a pine coffin, a man hacking away at the wood with a machete, the corpse opening its eyes, a large woman with a mask identical to the one worn by Lavinia. I tried to draw my focus away from her, the images kept flooding my consciousness. The dead rotting old man that attacked Octavia as a child, a line of expressionless, pale faces; painted bodies dancing in a circle, a wrinkled old woman slicing open a body, the altar, a daemonic Goddess devouring a man alive, a sea of bloody bodies fornicating and feasting.
The images stopped when Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Stay out of Octavia’s head. She is followed by a demon, it frequents her thoughts and may not react well to your presence.”
“Does she know how to bring back the dead?”
“The dead don’t come back. The demon that follows her can channel its energy into a fresh body. I can control that energy once it’s in place.”
“How long till Brianna…”
“Go look. She’s not Brianna anymore.”
I went back to the room across the hall. Brianna was standing up straight. Her one eye looked straight ahead without blinking. Her chest didn’t move, I saw no sign of breathing. I approached her slowly. Lavinia’s voice said, “Careful.” Brianna lunged at me, her teeth snapped shut in front of me. She fought against the restraints, bared her teeth at me and growled. Then she immediately went motionless and silent looking straight ahead.
Black Sally appeared in the doorway smoking, “I like her better as a zombie. She’s a lot nicer like this.” Sally looked at me and we both laughed. It was the first time I had really laughed in several days. I couldn’t tell if it was a humorous laugh or if I was just going insane. Sally motioned toward Lavinia’s office, I followed her in and returned to my seat next to the door. Sally sat on Lavinia’s desk. She spoke out loud, “The Great Sathanas. What do you want to do first?”
Lavinia’s voice replied, “Start hitting his brothels and his workers. I want him to know we’re coming for him. He’ll hide out and hole up. Once we have him in a hole, we’ll blow it up. Start with that whorehouse he‘s got on 8th. Kill everyone inside and burn the place to the ground. Don‘t take anything from there. Do you understand? I don‘t care what you find in that house, you leave it there. Burn everything.”
I asked, “What about the women?”
Lavinia replied, “What about them? When I say kill everyone inside, it means exactly that. The women, the tricks, the guys watching over the place, the dog; no one escapes and no one is left breathing. This is war. The only rule in war is ‘Win’. Destroy your enemy. Sathanas cannot protect his business interests from us. If he can’t make money, he can’t exist. The people backing him will walk away and they‘ll take their equipment with them. They may even kill him before we get the chance. Either way, the enemy will be neutralized.”
14
Sleep. I desperately needed sleep. That was all I could think of as I made my way back to my room. Sally walked ahead of me. As we descended the stairs she spoke out loud, “You need to prepare yourself for what’s coming. You entertain your weakness too much. The things you desire, the things that make you feel good, serve as a handle that others can easily grab onto and lead you around. You can’t be susceptible to every Ann and Jane that catches your eye, or you’re done for.” She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turned and looked me in the eyes. I said, “In order for me to be prepared, I need to know what to expect.”
“You can expect the fires of hell. What answer do you pretend to seek that you don’t already have?”
“I don’t know what the fuck is going to come at me next. There were things I’ve always been to afraid to believe in, I’ve been exposed to the reality of those things in recent days. I don’t know what kind of demon or monster will jump out of the shadows at me next.”
“What does the monster’s name matter? Or what it looks like? You should be familiar with the nature of monster’s by now. The difference between one and the other is just details and trivialities. Demons? They’re as many and varied as all the people born into this earth and they’re everywhere. They have systems and societies in place older than the Sun. You’re always surrounded by demons; most of them are indifferent, some will be very hostile to you, others will look for ways to use you, none will hold you in higher regard than an insect. Humans have more control over the orbits of the planets than the affairs and intentions of the demons all around them. What’s the use in worrying about it?”
“Does the Goddess protect us from the demons?”
“She destroys demons. She consumes lesser gods and seizes or destroys their creations. Without Her, there would be a thousand gods for every star in the sky. Except there would be no stars or sky; no harmony, creation or growth. You can expect there to be deities, spirits and demonic forces that will want to destroy you.”
“Good versus evil?”
“Do you view every war between men as a battle of good versus evil? When you see two people in a fistfight, is that a battle between good and evil? Or is the conflict much more simple? Is a battle between lions and hyenas a battle between good and evil? Who’s good? Who’s evil? Who decides?”
“Is there a ‘good and evil’?”
“Ask Lavinia.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my head, “There is no good and evil. There is only victory and defeat. The victor makes the rules and decides what to label ‘good and evil’.”
Sally smiled and said, “The title of ‘good’ always goes the winner right?”
I nodded and replied, “The only evil is defeat.”
“Some people have different definitions.”
“What’s your definition?”
“’Good and evil’ is irrelevant.”
“Is The Great Sathanas evil?”
“He’s our enemy. Again, ‘good and evil’ are irrelevant. He is our enemy regardless.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“You’re not asking me anything you don’t already know. If there is a Creator who made everything, including all that is labeled ’good’ or ’evil’, is that Creator good, evil or both. Have you ever read the Bible?”
I nodded my head.
“The Bible says God created the earth. Who does the Bible say is the ‘ruler of this world’? Who could have appointed him as ruler, if not God? And who was in charge of keeping the Serpent in, or out, of Eden?”
“So any agent of Satan is an agent of God?”
“And ’good and evil’ is irrelevant.”
“So are our sacrifices to God?”
“The Goddess has existed longer than the God who created this material world and the spirits, deities and creatures that fill it.”
“What did she create?”
“Consciousness. From that, all the other gods and goddesses were born.”
Damijana appeared in the hallway that led to the dining room, living room and den. She seemed to stare straight through me. Without speaking, Sally walked away. I focused on Damijana and thought, “I’m devoted to Lavinia, that will never change.”
“You’re too small-minded to plan any farther than next week, much less forever. I’m the last woman who you should expect to impress with declarations of eternal love for my sister. You must think eternal love means, ’Until something better comes along.’ We’ll settle the issues that exist between us later. You should rest and get ready for the days ahead.”
“You could have given me a choice.”
“You’ve always had a choice Clarence. I know that it’s easier for you to believe otherwise. You’ve had choices every step of the way.”
“What were my choices? Be a part of this or die? You or Lavinia?”
“You chose me over the life you had before. You chose to become a part of this because it was more important to you to remain among the living, than to remain among the men who live their whole lives without shedding innocent blood. You’d rather be a living murderer than a dead man with clean hands. There’s no shame in that. If our ancestors hadn’t felt the same way, we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation now. We’d be extinct. You never once tried to escape and you didn’t walk away when Lavinia gave you the opportunity. You’ve chosen this life just like you chose to fall in love with my sister. You chose her over me. Now, here you are looking for someone to blame for your own fucked up choices. The only person to blame for the situation you’re in is you.”
“No, you’re wrong.” I didn’t choose to fall in love with your sister. I had no more control over that than you had control over what this house turned you into.”
“And what did this house turn you into Clarence? A raping, murdering thug; Lavinia’s loyal henchman. The few moral values that you had when you came in were quickly discarded as soon as the opportunity presented itself.”
“You anticipated every change that has taken place within me.”
“I didn’t anticipate that you would forget me so quickly. I selected you for the particular brand of loyalty you possess. I misjudged the nature of that loyalty. Lavinia did not.”
“Are you saying that I’m disloyal.”
“You’re loyal to the Power behind the Altar. You’re not loyal to any particular person. You’re perfect for the house. You’re perfect for a Matriarch like Lavinia. Your type is an asset to an ideology, a system, an organization or a dictator. At the same time that you’re an asset to the organization, you’re a danger to its individual members. That’s what you have in common with my sister. You let go of me the moment you felt Lavinia’s power and realized she would give you access to it in exchange for your unconditional loyalty and obedience. Some might call that love. Others would call it a form of prostitution.”
“I love the woman, her power is just a part of who she is.”
“Save that Mickey Mouse bullshit Romeo. Your thing with Lavinia might be romantic if it wasn’t so politically advantageous for you. You’re far too calculating to be sincere. In the end, you’re only loyal to your own self-interest.”
“I gave up everything to follow you, and this is where you led me.”
Lavinia appeared at the top of the stairs. Her voice said, “You two have nothing to discuss other than how to address our adversary. Damijana, I suggest you refrain from stooping beneath your role in this house.”
If Damijana replied, she replied directly to the mind of her sister. I only saw her turn and storm away. Lavinia’s voice said, “She’s wrong. Your loyalty is solid. She’s too weak to hold it.”
“What about the things Sally told me? About God and Satan? About Demons?”
“Sally is a simple girl with simple explanations. She suggests a conflict where none exists. Satan was God’s favorite angel. Allegedly he opposed God, yet he still exists. Not only does he exist, but he has been given authority over dominion’s within the Lord’s Kingdom. The God who created the reality you exist in is not the only God or Creator. But we exist in the reality He created. We are His creations. His creations on this planet live in world ruled by His favorite angel. If you’re here, human and interacting with other humans, you’re playing The King of This World’s game. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Catholic, Muslim, Hindu, Atheist, Fascist or Socialist, they’re all marching to the beat of the same drum. They all have the same form, the same function; they all fight the same kinds of wars and for the same reasons. The people, the culture, the religion, the political beliefs, race; all that is interchangeable. One thing remains constant throughout, the Devil’s Will will be done. If the Goddess disagreed with the order of things here, she would destroy the Devil’s Dominion. Our Goddess guides us through this world and we do Her bidding along the way. I see your fear. There is one thing about Satan. He doesn’t play favorites. Everything that rises in his dominion falls, without exception. If you wish to see an example of this, look at the rise and fall of Jesus Christ. It doesn’t matter to The King of This World what your banner says or what symbol adorns your breast, as long as there is a symbol there. What would this earth be without it’s flag, banners, symbols and marching soldiers. The person who speaks wears the mark of the beast. So you’ll have to go find a person who has lived their life without a language to find someone who doesn’t have the mark. You’re asking where you fit into all this. You wear the marks of both the Beast and the Goddess. But you belong to the Goddess and your function is to serve as an instrument for her to impose Her Will on the Beast’s System. Sally told you ’good and evil’ are irrelevant. I told you there is only victory and defeat. The person who thirsts and finds water will live on due to that seemingly small victory. The defeated dies of thirst, most likely the result of self-defeat as opposed to lack of water.”
“How can I be victorious in the coming battles.”
“Dispose of your fear, desire and mercy.”
15
After Lavinia’s lesson, I was dismissed to return to my room and rest. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Visions of tortured, anguished faces twisted up in unnatural grimaces haunted my dreams. I walked alone on a road lined with mutilated and dismembered bodies. The smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. Cold, razor-sharp steel sliced through my skin and into the muscle and bone underneath. I felt the handle of the dagger in my hand.
My eyes opened and I sat up startled. I was sitting naked on cold cement floor. The entire room was concrete. A dim yellow overhead lamp lit the room. I heard a woman’s voice behind me, “Clarence.” When I turned, I saw three women seated on three wooden chairs. They all wore long black gowns, black leather boots and gloves; every inch of flesh was covered except for their faces. They all had long black hair and dark complexions. They looked to be from some Middle-Eastern country like Iran or Lebanon. None of the women appeared to be over 30. But there was something about them, an energy they emanated, that made them seem very old, and very serious. They all sat up straight in their chairs, right leg crossed over the left, hands folded in their laps. The women stared at me without speaking, their expressions didn’t change.
As I looked from one pair of eyes to the next, I began sweating profusely, my heart pounded and panic covered me like quilt of thorns. The woman in the middle asked, “What are you afraid of?” Her voice was soft, warm and even motherly. However, the sound of her voice instantly prompted my body to react. I sat frozen in terror. I began to hyperventilate. The woman on the left asked, “Do you know who we are?”
I rolled over on my side and my body tightened into a sweat-coated ball of tension convulsing on the floor. The woman in the middle leaned forward and whispered, “Calm.” My body immediately stop convulsing, I caught my breath and my thoughts began to clear. Still I remained curled in a ball shivering in fear.
The woman on the right asked, “Why are you afraid of us?” I wouldn’t have been able to answer that question even if I had been able to open my mouth to speak. I didn’t know why I was so afraid of those women. All I knew was that their presence terrified me in a way I had never experienced before.
The woman on the left repeated, “Do you know who we are?” I shook my head. The woman in the middle took over, “That’s no surprise. We’re not as popular with the humans as some of the others. You may not be consciously aware of who we are, but your soul remembers us well. Everybody knows us. Most people can’t function with the level of terror that comes with having an awareness of our existence.”
The woman on the right said, “Your kind likes the blindfolded woman with the scales. A harlot, that’s who you would have administer justice. A symbol of corruption.”
The woman on the left, “We’ve been administering justice since the beginning. All of humanity stands guilty in Our eyes along with the parasitic gods and spirits that nurture and collect your souls.”
The woman in the middle, “We’ve been referred to by many names. Some flattering, some not. In humanity’s early years of language, we were commonly referred to with various forms of ‘The Worst Thing That Could Possibly Happen to You‘. I prefer ‘The Beautiful Ones’.”
The woman on the left, “Close your eyes.” I squeezed my eyes shut and saw a short middle-aged man with glasses. He stood in front of a large hole in the ground. He was a Black man dressed in wranglers, a plaid button up shirt tucked into his jeans and cowboy boots. The woman on the left’s voice said, “Meet The Great Sathanas. Look in the hole.”
I moved toward the hole in my vision. The Great Sathanas didn’t move, it was if he couldn’t see me. I looked down into hole, a family of four laid at the bottom. A large man in overalls appeared at my side with a shovel and began filling in the hole. The voice of the woman in the middle said, “That family didn’t anything but move into an apartment upstairs from one of his businesses. Watch this.”
I saw a young woman alone in her apartment. She sat curled on her loveseat studying a college textbook. The vertical hanging blinds behind her stirred then two dark figures crept in through the slider. One of them snuck up on the woman, pounced on her, punched her and covered her mouth with his hand. The other went to the front-door and opened it. Four more men entered, including The Great Sathanas. They shut the door and one of the men said, “Wait a minute before you hook that shit to her head. I don’t want her to enjoy it yet. I want to see the fear and pain in that bitches eyes when I’m fucking her.”
The Great Sathanas stood to the side and watched as the five men threw the woman on the floor, tore her clothes off, then shoved their dicks down her throat till she choked and tears streamed from her eyes. They laughed and passed a fifth back and forth as they took turns raping and sodomizing the young woman. The Great Sathanas commanded, “Hold that bitch down.” Then he pulled a scalpel from his jacket, knelt down by the woman’s head and made a small incision behind her ear. He then used tweezers to insert a small device into the hole. One of the men asked, “How do you keep it from getting infected.” The Great Sathanas replied, “If it gets infected I just cut the bitches head off, pull the chip out, wash it off and put it in a new bitch.” The men all laughed.
The Great Sathanas sealed the incision with the same kind of glue I’d seen used in the hospitals, then he placed a small piece of medical tape over it. He then pulled a small control pad from his pocket and pressed a button. The men seemed to struggle to hold the young woman down as she began convulsing violently.
The Great Sathanas pushed another button and the woman went stiff as if an electrical current was passing through her body. He pushed another button and the woman’s body went limp, her eyes rolled around in her head, a slight grin appeared at the corners of the woman’s mouth. The Great Sathanas pulled a syringe from his jacket, popped off the cap, picked a vein in the woman’s arm and inserted the needle. The woman’s grin widened. The Great Sathanas said, “Fuck that bitch now and see what happens.” One of the men quickly undid his pants, pushed his pants down to his knees and shoved his dick into the young woman. She moaned and rocked her head from side to side, her grin turned into a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear.
The voice of the woman on the right said, “Let’s fast forward this a little bit.” I saw the same woman, she no longer looked like a healthy college student. She was skin and bones with bleached blond hair, heavy make-up, a tight-fitting black shirt that said “SLUT” and a black mini-skirt. She sat on the edge of a bed staring straight ahead. Her face remained in a constant, unsettling grin. Loud voices could be heard outside the door leading to the room. The Great Sathanas entered followed by a large group of drunken young men. The Great Sathanas said, “Alright. You boys got four hours. We’ll bring you up some beer and a couple of bottles. Let me know if you need anything else. It’s your party boys, have fun.” The young men fell on the woman like a pack of ravenous wolves.
I opened my eyes. The woman on the right said, “When she’s so beat up and repulsive that nobody wants to fuck her, he’ll strangle her and have his henchmen dump her body behind some meth house. Her parents will search for answers as to why their normally responsible and loving daughter suddenly turned into a drug addicted prostitute who was eventually murdered on the street. They’ll wonder why she didn’t tell them. They’ll wonder how they couldn’t tell. Meanwhile, another young woman will be delivered to The Great Sathanas by the gangbangers and drug-addicts he has working for him. He pays them $500 a head for every fairly attractive young woman they can deliver to him. Of course, none of those women know that they’re being led into forced prostitution.”
The woman on the right added, “This is the sort of thing that catches our attention.”
The woman in the middle, “Lavinia has caught our attention as well. First, you will help her destroy The Great Sathanas. Then you will kill Lavinia. If you don’t, we will and then we will hold you accountable for the blood you have shed. If you do what we require, we will consider the murders you participated in to be acts of necessity and we will leave you alone. Think carefully about this Clarence. There are thousands of stories about nice places like Hell. The reality is that we decide who is damned and who isn’t. We are the one’s in charge of the damned. But you won’t find too many stories about us. You just know that for some reason you are deathly afraid of us. Don’t be ashamed of your fear. The Creator of this world has a similar reaction when we appear in His presence. There is no power that exists that can protect you from us.”
The woman on the left said, “The human mind cannot begin to comprehend eternal torture. That means forever. When this entire universe passes away and another one is born; then after that one passes to make way for another, you will still be suffering. There is no ‘place’ called Hell where all the sinners party together. The souls we punish suffer in isolation. We may allow you some company to fall in love with. But that’s only so that we can take what you love away from you, torture and destroy that which you love right in front of you and use your love to torture you further.”
The woman on the right, “We’ll bless you with a hundred offspring, let you nurture them, raise them, love them with all your being; then we’ll make you sit and watch helplessly as we hunt them down one by one and rip them to pieces.”
The women then changed into three large black birds, smashed through the concrete ceiling and flew away. I woke up in my room. I had no idea what time it was but everything was dark. Lavinia’s voice said, “Find some clean clothes, then go downstairs and eat. You, Damijana, Sally and Brianna are leaving right before dawn.”
16
I sat in the back of the Blazer with Brianna. She had been washed and dressed in a gray sweatshirt and jeans. She wore large dark sunglasses and a lot of make-up. She still looked dead sitting motionless and silent. Sally drove and Damijana rode in the passenger seat. I tried to keep my nerves calm. My mind kept thinking, “I need a gun.” Lavinia’s voice responded to my thought, “Your weapon is under the seat.” I found a two foot long spiked wooden club under my seat. Lavinia’s voice said, “There are two men in the house who watch over the place. Four women are in there working and there are three tricks inside right now. This is their slowest time of the day. Brianna will take care of at least one of the two men. Let Damijana and Sally deal with the other one and the tricks. You will go straight to the bedrooms and execute the women.”
“I can’t just shoot them?”
“No. I don’t want fireworks this morning?”
“We’re burning the house. I could just tie the women up…”
“No, you cannot just tie the women up and leave them to burn. You will smash out their brains with the mace under your seat. Are you afraid of the work involved or The Furies?” I was relieved that she had brought issue up. Nothing went on in my mind without her knowledge, not even my dreams. I replied, “Yes, I’m afraid of both. I’m afraid of beating four women to death with a club and I’m especially afraid of ‘The Beautiful Ones’.”
“They gave you permission to kill. They told you that after you help me destroy The Great Sathanas, you must kill me. I care about you, I don’t want you to suffer eternal torture. Follow the orders handed down to you by ‘the powers that be’. The first task you were given is to help me destroy The Great Sathanas, correct? Good. Now get ready to take that club under the seat and execute the four women inside the house.” I reached under the seat, grabbed the spiked club and wondered if the previous nights ‘vision’ was really a vision at all.
The Blazer came to a stop in front of a one-story single family home. Nobody spoke, everyone was following orders communicated directly to their brains by Lavinia. I had no idea what Brianna was going to do. I followed Sally and Damijana as they hurried to the front door. Brianna followed closely behind me. Damijana carried a machete at her side, Black Sally pulled a dagger from the small of her back and slammed her foot into the door right beside the deadbolt. The door flew in and Brianna ran into the apartment followed by Damijana and Sally. I crossed the threshold and pushed the door shut behind me. A high-pitched scream came from my left, Brianna had a man pinned down on the floor. She was tearing the flesh from his face with her teeth.
A large Hispanic man came running down the hallway. Damijana stood in his path, the machete concealed behind her long skirt. When the man approached, she stepped to the side and slashed him across the eyes with the blade. In a matter of seconds, she chopped the man’s left leg off at the knee then decapitated him after he fell to the floor. Black Sally stormed down the hallway kicking in doors. A shirtless man came rushing out one of the rooms struggling to pull his pants up. Sally buried her dagger in the man’s groin, pushed him up against the wall, then pulled the blade up to his sternum. I went to the hallway and entered the first room. A naked woman sat on the bed smiling. I raised the mace in the air; the smile never left her face as I broke open her skull. I went to the next room; hair, brain and bone dangling from the spikes on my mace. I heard a man screaming in one of the other rooms. He didn’t scream long, then all that could be heard was the sound of the machete hacking through muscle and bone.
It was the same with the woman in the next room, except she was a red-head. She sat on the bed with a detached look in her eye and that creepy grin on her face. She fell to the side like a bowling pin when the club collided with the side of her head with a loud meaty crack. The side of the woman’s head had been completely torn off revealing her brain. I pulled the large section of skull and red-hair from my mace and went to the next room.
The only difference in the next room was the hair color, she was a brunette, and I had to hit her seven times before she stopped twitching. When I entered the fourth room, I stopped dead my tracks, the club fell from my hand. It was the college girl from my dream. Sally entered the room. She yelled, “What the fuck are you waiting for?”
I said, “I know her. I won’t do it.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Kill her. I told you to kill all four women.”
I thought, “You know who she is. You saw my dream.”
Lavinia replied, “There is nothing you can do for her. We can’t let her go.”
“We can take her with us.”
“No, you cannot. She can be tracked by that chip in her head and she can still be controlled.”
“I know where it is. We can cut it out.” I heard the screams of the last remaining man. Black Sally grabbed a handful of the college girl’s hair and pulled her head back as if she were going to slit her throat. She found the scar behind the girl’s ear and dug out the chip. The college girl immediately began screaming and flailing around. Sally punched her in the face, knocking her unconscious. She looked at me, shook her head and said, “You get to carry her and hurry the fuck up.”
As I dragged the college girl toward the front door, Damijana came in carrying a gas can and began dousing the furniture with gasoline. Brianna stood by the door, her face and hair soaked in blood. The body of her victim laid several feet away, blood, organs and intestines fanned out from all sides. Brianna helped me lift the college girl and carry her to the Blazer. We threw her on the floor and climbed in. Sally and Damijana hurried out the house and hopped in the vehicle. Black smoke billowed out the door as we pulled away. Damijana pulled a bag of towels from under her seat. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get the gallon of water, dish soap, bucket and bag of clothes from behind the rear seat. We washed the blood and brain matter from our hands and faces as we drove. We stripped off our clothes and changed into fresh ones. Damijana climbed in to the backseat and duct taped the college girls wrist’s, ankles and mouth.
Black Sally lit a cigarette, “Clarence. Where do you know that girl from?”
“I used to go to school with her.”
Damijana asked, “Would you like to try that again Clarence, without the bullshit?”
“I know her from a vision I had.”
Sally said, “Lavinia let you keep that woman…” she took long drag from her cigarette and slowly shook her head, “You’re telling me that Lavinia wanted to make you happy so we broke our line and let one of the women live? My life depends on the decisions Lavinia makes and she’s now making decisions based on what makes you happy? I know she can hear me right through your ears. That’s how close you two have become. So give me an answer Clarence. Ask your Mistress if that’s what the situation is here.” Sally pulled into the parking of a shopping center and parked. She turned in her seat and pointed large pistol at my face. She continued, “If that is the situation, I’ll just kill you right now before you get me killed later on down the road.”
Damijana held a .380 to Sally’s head. “I may agree with what you’re doing right now, but that doesn’t change the fact that if you kill Clarence without the Matriarch’s permission, you will be the next one to die.”
“Your sister…”
“My sister is the Matriarch of this family and you will follow her orders.”
Sally glared at me through narrowed eyes, then she smirked, “All right Damijana, I’m in line. But the next time this motherfucker’s woman issues put my life in danger, I’m killing him and I won’t give a fuck about the consequences.” She put the pistol away, turned back around and pulled off. I focused on Damijana and thought, “Thank you.” Her voice said, “Don’t thank me. Thank Lavinia. I didn’t do that for you. I agree with Sally that you should be executed. My sister disagrees. Today, she makes the rules. You should consider what will happen to you if our beloved Matriarch ever passes away.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “The more that I realize just how inextricably intertwined our fates are, the more I wonder if there really is such a thing as soul mates.”
Kali's Altar 11
Alfred’s old room had four steel loops bolted into the wall to accommodate ropes or cuffs. That was where Brianna stood with her wrists and ankles tied to the loops. Black Sally lit a cigarette, looked Brianna in eyes and said, “You were planning to betray us.”
Brianna shook her head and started to cry. Sally grabbed her chin, slammed her head against the wall and burned Brianna's face with her cigarette. Brianna screamed, jerked around and struggled to free hear hands. She flung her head back and forth sobbing “NOOO!!!! NOOO!!!!”
Sally slapped me on the back, “Let’s go get dinner.”
On the way down the stairs I focused on her and thought, “People have random thoughts. There shouldn’t be a death sentence for it.”
Her voice said, “Brianna didn’t just have a random thought. She had a plan. Plus she’s too fucking stupid to sit at the table.”
“She lost touch with reality. I would imagine you’ve seen that a lot.”
We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Sally replied, “I see it more now.”
“You said you were born in this house. Were your parents at the table.”
“No Clarence. Dolores brought my mother here when she was eight months pregnant with me. My mother was sacrificed, I was cut from her womb. Dolores always called me her ‘miracle baby‘.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I spent the first 15 years of my life on this property. By the time I found out that there was a world out there beyond these walls; this had already become the only world I was conditioned to exist in. What am I gonna do? Go get a job at the fucking mall? Get a nice boyfriend? How do I tell him that I can’t take him home to meet my family because they’ll torture him and eat him?”
“No, something else must keep you here?”
“Think about how close to me you feel right now. We are communicating with our thoughts. The more we communicate with each other, the deeper we will see into each other’s souls. You can’t get that kind of intimacy out there, it’s all superficial communication. You cannot hide who you are here. I can look right inside you and into your heart, your dreams, your fantasies, your fears, your pain. You could interact with someone for 40 years out there and they wouldn’t know you as well as I do after just a few days. This house, the way we live; this is who I am, this is what I believe in.”
“The Goddess?”
“Clarence, who are you to speak of Goddesses? We are already children of the Goddess. We make our sacrifices, She strengthens and protects us. I don’t have to believe, I know She’s there. Beyond that, I don’t open random doors looking for Fate or Mystery. The Goddess has laid out a Line for you to walk. It’s right there front of you, She even provided you with a Lamp to light your way. But the thousand voices of Malice and Deception will try to lead away from your Path. If that happens you will find Destruction and Nothingness. No more.”
“Is She the Devil?”
“No. I just told you that She has placed you on the Path to Life. What don’t you understand? She gives you life, She takes away your life, She gives you life again. As Her children on this earth we give life and take life. But we’re imperfect. We can’t give life again.”
“What would it mean if somebody could do that?”
“Give life again? That’s called an abomination.”
“Lavinia killed me and resuscitated me, does that make me an abomination?”
“Let’s not get into this Clarence. Maybe she just gave you mouth to mouth. Maybe she just mind-fucked you and made you believe that you died. Lavinia is….Shit!”
“What?”
“I know why Octavia’s here. Dolores used to say that The Old Woman could bring people back from the dead.”
“You’re not being serious. Please tell me you’re not being serious. I don’t know much more of this shit I can take.”
“Calm yourself down Clarence.”
“No. If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”
“It would be too much for any of us to handle Clarence. Let’s just hope that’s not the case.”
“Wait a minute! Tell me about the person that picks up the body parts.”
“That’s a different issue all together Clarence. Dolores made him.”
“Made what? An abomination? Let me just get this straight. What you’re talking about is a person who was dead, Dolores brought him back to life and now he eats human bodies. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Clarence, you need calm down. I have some pills upstairs if you need some.”
“I don’t want any pills Sally. Let’s just go to dinner.“ I turned and walked to the dining room. There was no other response I could make. The house was taking its toll on me. I thought about Brianna and how she lost touch with reality. I wasn’t just losing touch with reality, I was realizing that I didn’t know what ‘reality’ was and never did. I was beginning to wonder if ‘reality’ even existed.
I sat down at the table and quietly ate. Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “Questions, questions, always questions with you. Ask Octavia about the old man with the glass eye, the one she used to see when she was little.”
I looked at Octavia and asked out loud, “Do you remember the old man with the glass eye?” She instantly went pale, her bottom lip quivered. She looked at me with wide-eyes and said, “Yes.” She seemed like she was having hard time sitting still in her seat. I said, “Well, tell me about him.”
She looked down at the table and began to speak, “When I was a little girl, there was this scary old man who lived in a shack out in the woods behind my Grandmother’s house. He had a blue glass eye. It looked like someone had just shoved a big blue marble in his head and called it an eye. He walked all hunched over, he never bathed and he never changed his clothes. You could smell him coming from a mile away. It smelled like a dead animal, but a hundred times worse. Whenever I saw him, he would have all this drool coming out his mouth, sometimes he would have a big circle of some kind of nasty pink foam all over his lips. My Grandmother used to tell me to stay away from him. She wouldn’t tell me why. My uncle said the man was dead. But I didn’t know what he meant. One day I was out by the barn and the old man came out the bushes. He looked at me like he was going to hurt me, hurt me bad. I couldn’t move, I just froze. He came up and grabbed me and started dragging me toward the woods. I screamed. My Uncle came running with an axe and he chopped the man up right in front of me. He just kept hacking at him. Later, he said you have chop ‘em up to kill ‘em.” Tears ran down her face, she bit her lip and stared at the table.
Black Sally sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and shook her head. The Gothic Girl said, “Thank you for sharing that with us Octavia. You’re just full of fucking surprises aren’t you? Did your Grandmother have anything to say about the thing she was keeping after it tried to eat you?”
“She wasn’t keeping it. It was on its own.”
“She made it Octavia. Your Grandmother was one of a few people on this continent who could still do that. How much of your childhood do you remember?”
“I remember everything after I was seven, I don’t remember anything before that.”
The Gothic Girl and Black Sally shot each other a serious look. Black Sally said, “Alright story time is over. We’re all meeting in Lavinia’s room tonight. Octavia, Lilith, you two will be in attendance this time. I believe that Lavinia has something special planned for you two this evening.”
Brianna shook her head and started to cry. Sally grabbed her chin, slammed her head against the wall and burned Brianna's face with her cigarette. Brianna screamed, jerked around and struggled to free hear hands. She flung her head back and forth sobbing “NOOO!!!! NOOO!!!!”
Sally slapped me on the back, “Let’s go get dinner.”
On the way down the stairs I focused on her and thought, “People have random thoughts. There shouldn’t be a death sentence for it.”
Her voice said, “Brianna didn’t just have a random thought. She had a plan. Plus she’s too fucking stupid to sit at the table.”
“She lost touch with reality. I would imagine you’ve seen that a lot.”
We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Sally replied, “I see it more now.”
“You said you were born in this house. Were your parents at the table.”
“No Clarence. Dolores brought my mother here when she was eight months pregnant with me. My mother was sacrificed, I was cut from her womb. Dolores always called me her ‘miracle baby‘.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I spent the first 15 years of my life on this property. By the time I found out that there was a world out there beyond these walls; this had already become the only world I was conditioned to exist in. What am I gonna do? Go get a job at the fucking mall? Get a nice boyfriend? How do I tell him that I can’t take him home to meet my family because they’ll torture him and eat him?”
“No, something else must keep you here?”
“Think about how close to me you feel right now. We are communicating with our thoughts. The more we communicate with each other, the deeper we will see into each other’s souls. You can’t get that kind of intimacy out there, it’s all superficial communication. You cannot hide who you are here. I can look right inside you and into your heart, your dreams, your fantasies, your fears, your pain. You could interact with someone for 40 years out there and they wouldn’t know you as well as I do after just a few days. This house, the way we live; this is who I am, this is what I believe in.”
“The Goddess?”
“Clarence, who are you to speak of Goddesses? We are already children of the Goddess. We make our sacrifices, She strengthens and protects us. I don’t have to believe, I know She’s there. Beyond that, I don’t open random doors looking for Fate or Mystery. The Goddess has laid out a Line for you to walk. It’s right there front of you, She even provided you with a Lamp to light your way. But the thousand voices of Malice and Deception will try to lead away from your Path. If that happens you will find Destruction and Nothingness. No more.”
“Is She the Devil?”
“No. I just told you that She has placed you on the Path to Life. What don’t you understand? She gives you life, She takes away your life, She gives you life again. As Her children on this earth we give life and take life. But we’re imperfect. We can’t give life again.”
“What would it mean if somebody could do that?”
“Give life again? That’s called an abomination.”
“Lavinia killed me and resuscitated me, does that make me an abomination?”
“Let’s not get into this Clarence. Maybe she just gave you mouth to mouth. Maybe she just mind-fucked you and made you believe that you died. Lavinia is….Shit!”
“What?”
“I know why Octavia’s here. Dolores used to say that The Old Woman could bring people back from the dead.”
“You’re not being serious. Please tell me you’re not being serious. I don’t know much more of this shit I can take.”
“Calm yourself down Clarence.”
“No. If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”
“It would be too much for any of us to handle Clarence. Let’s just hope that’s not the case.”
“Wait a minute! Tell me about the person that picks up the body parts.”
“That’s a different issue all together Clarence. Dolores made him.”
“Made what? An abomination? Let me just get this straight. What you’re talking about is a person who was dead, Dolores brought him back to life and now he eats human bodies. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Clarence, you need calm down. I have some pills upstairs if you need some.”
“I don’t want any pills Sally. Let’s just go to dinner.“ I turned and walked to the dining room. There was no other response I could make. The house was taking its toll on me. I thought about Brianna and how she lost touch with reality. I wasn’t just losing touch with reality, I was realizing that I didn’t know what ‘reality’ was and never did. I was beginning to wonder if ‘reality’ even existed.
I sat down at the table and quietly ate. Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “Questions, questions, always questions with you. Ask Octavia about the old man with the glass eye, the one she used to see when she was little.”
I looked at Octavia and asked out loud, “Do you remember the old man with the glass eye?” She instantly went pale, her bottom lip quivered. She looked at me with wide-eyes and said, “Yes.” She seemed like she was having hard time sitting still in her seat. I said, “Well, tell me about him.”
She looked down at the table and began to speak, “When I was a little girl, there was this scary old man who lived in a shack out in the woods behind my Grandmother’s house. He had a blue glass eye. It looked like someone had just shoved a big blue marble in his head and called it an eye. He walked all hunched over, he never bathed and he never changed his clothes. You could smell him coming from a mile away. It smelled like a dead animal, but a hundred times worse. Whenever I saw him, he would have all this drool coming out his mouth, sometimes he would have a big circle of some kind of nasty pink foam all over his lips. My Grandmother used to tell me to stay away from him. She wouldn’t tell me why. My uncle said the man was dead. But I didn’t know what he meant. One day I was out by the barn and the old man came out the bushes. He looked at me like he was going to hurt me, hurt me bad. I couldn’t move, I just froze. He came up and grabbed me and started dragging me toward the woods. I screamed. My Uncle came running with an axe and he chopped the man up right in front of me. He just kept hacking at him. Later, he said you have chop ‘em up to kill ‘em.” Tears ran down her face, she bit her lip and stared at the table.
Black Sally sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and shook her head. The Gothic Girl said, “Thank you for sharing that with us Octavia. You’re just full of fucking surprises aren’t you? Did your Grandmother have anything to say about the thing she was keeping after it tried to eat you?”
“She wasn’t keeping it. It was on its own.”
“She made it Octavia. Your Grandmother was one of a few people on this continent who could still do that. How much of your childhood do you remember?”
“I remember everything after I was seven, I don’t remember anything before that.”
The Gothic Girl and Black Sally shot each other a serious look. Black Sally said, “Alright story time is over. We’re all meeting in Lavinia’s room tonight. Octavia, Lilith, you two will be in attendance this time. I believe that Lavinia has something special planned for you two this evening.”
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Kali's Altar 7
The doctor entered Lavinia’s office. He looked like he was in his 50’s and he dressed like he worked at a hardware store, not a doctor’s office. Most people wouldn’t have trusted him with their dogs, let alone their lives. Octavia came out the bathroom. Lavinia’s voice said, “Octavia, sit down and let the doctor look at your hand. Clarence, there is a meeting you are required to attend downstairs.”
When I got downstairs, the Gothic Girl, Black Sally and Brianna were standing by the foyer. Sally held her pistol in her hand. Brianna had rope. The Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Come stand by me. When they come in, we’ll force them to the floor and tie them.”
“How many?”
“Two. They’ll be easy.”
The doorbell rang. Ira came down the hall and passed between us as if we weren’t even there. She answered the door, greeted the visitors and let them in. I didn’t see them women until they were already on the floor and Brianna was tying their hands behind their backs. It was two women. One was older and heavyset; she had shoulder length brown hair streaked with gray. The other woman was younger, she looked 19 or 20. She was slender and had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. They were both dressed conservatively in light-colored blouses and brown slacks. The religious pamphlets they carried were scattered all over the floor. Jehovah’s Witnesses.
We stood the women up. The younger one looked terrified. The older woman asked, “What do you want from us?” Brianna pulled a strip of duct tape from the roll, tore it off and covered the woman’s mouth. She did the same to the younger woman. They both trembled and cried.
The Gothic Girl said, “We’re taking them to Lavinia.”
We brought the women to Lavinia’s room. It was completely different from when I saw it last. The bed had been removed. The floors and walls were covered with large sheets of plastic. A steel cage had been placed in one corner of the room. The cage was small for a human, about four feet high, three feet wide and four feet long. There was a large black trunk pushed up against the wall. Candles and incense burned on the altar. Lavinia sat in her armchair. Again, I got the feeling that Lavinia had another person under her control who was not known to the house. Who carried the bed out?
The women’s muffled sobs and cries were the only sounds that could be heard. Black Sally went to the trunk, grabbed four pairs of scissors and passed them out. We took the women shoes off and cut off all their clothes. The younger stood shaking and shivering; the Gothic Girl put her in the cage.
The doctor came in the room. Brianna gave him a look that stated what I felt, ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ The doctor set his bag on the floor, never taking his eyes off the naked and terrified woman shivering in front of him. Sally held her gun to the woman’s head and forced her to her knees. The doctor undid his pants and stood in front of the woman, his cock inches from her face. Sally took the tape off the woman’s mouth. She cried, “Please, please…”
Sally demanded, “Open your mouth! OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW BITCH!” She smacked her across the face. I looked over at the caged woman. She knelt in the cage crying. Her face was red and soaked with tears. Snot dripped from her nose to the duct tape covering her mouth.
The older woman opened her mouth; the doctor grabbed her by the back of her head, he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, then she shoved it in her mouth. He fucked her face deep and held it there, his balls pressed against her chin. He pulled his cock out and the woman vomited. He shoved his dick back in her mouth before she could even catch her breath.
There was a strange tension in the room. Brianna paced back and forth. The Gothic Girl looked like she didn’t approve of what was going on. I guessed that the doctor was enjoying the benefits of being employed by the family. However, I couldn’t help sense that I wasn’t the only one disturbed by the sight of an outsider taking liberties in our house.
The doctor pushed the woman on her back, she laid on her bound hands. The doctor forced himself between her legs and started fucking her. I saw Lavinia’s blank, bandaged face looking at me, out of the corner of my eye. I heard her voice in my head, “Go in my chest, there is a bat in there. Get it and knock out the doctor.”
I went to the chest. It was full of weapons, tools and wicked instruments of torture. I grabbed the wooden baseball bat and bashed the doctor in the side of the head. He fell to his side and laid there twitching. The bound woman on the floor looked up at me like a frightened deer. Brianna turned the doctor over on his stomach and tied his hands and ankles. His clothes were cut and torn away.
Lavinia climbed off the chair using just her arms. The she used her arms to move of herself close to the doctor. She sat beside him, her black gown was fanned out on the floor around her. Brianna flipped the man back over. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get me the torch.” I dropped the bat back into the chest, pulled out the handheld blowtorch and gave it to her. She lit up the torch, it had a self-igniting head.
Lavinia pulled the Doctor out of his unconscious state by burning off his right nipple. He woke up screaming, he tried to get up. The Gothic Girl kicked him in the face and held his head to floor under her boot. Brianna sat on his legs.
Lavinia grabbed the head of the man’s dick between her fingers. The doctor was no longer turned on, his dick was limp as a wet noodle. She pulled up on his cock and held it stretched. Then she took the torch and began searing the flesh on the man’s cock. Smoke rose from his genitals, the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. The doctor screamed like an upset infant. His voice went hoarse, his screams were reduced to a series of gravelly grunts and hums. When all the skin on his dick was burnt black, with cracks and lines of red, Lavinia moved on and began blackening his balls. Lavinia’s voice said. “Go get the hammer and nails.”
I went to the chest, found the hammer and a box of three inch nails. Lavinia’s voice said, “Kneel down beside him. Good. Feel the top of his shoulder with your hand. Do you feel the spot where his arm meets his body? Start hammering your nails in there.”
I pressed the tip of the nail against his flesh and pounded it into his shoulder. The man struggled in vain. His voice returned momentarily, the room was filled with his high-pitched screams. I picked up another nail and tried to hammer it into his collarbone. The nail went in but the bone snapped under the pressure.
Lavinia turned off the torch and set it on the floor. A blade flashed in her hand. She sliced open the man’s scrotum and pulled one of the long, steel hairpins from her bun. Then she reached her fingers into the man’s scrotum and pulled out one of his testicles. She impaled the testicle with her hair-pin. Then she set the exposed testicle, still attached to the body, on the man’s thigh. She repeated the process with the other nut.
I kept hammering nails into the man’s shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. The Gothic Girl pulled a container of table salt from the chest, walked over to the doctor and poured the salt on his tortured genitals. The doctor bit through his lip. He had completely lost his voice; he just let out a non-stop raspy growl. I saw his eyes, the man had given up and was just hoping death would hurry up and take him. Lavinia scraped and sliced the cooked flesh off the doctor’s penis. The Gothic Girl dumped salt on it. The man’s face was a horrific mask of agony and excruciating pain. His face bothered me. His lips were pulled back in a teeth-baring sneer. I hit him in the mouth with the hammer, busting his lips and shattering his front teeth.
Lavinia took her a dagger and sliced away the doctor’s dick and balls. It was like someone had turned on a blood fountain in his groin. Blood squirted all over the bandages that covered Lavinia’s face. She held his severed, burnt and mutilated gentials in the air, then she shoved the handful of gore in the doctor’s mouth. He struggled. The Gothic Girl got on her knees and held his head. He tried to spit out the remains of his genitals. Lavinia’s voice said, “Shove that shit back in his mouth and hold it there. Plug his nose.”
Lavinia laid her head on the doctors chest and slid her hand underneath her gown. She masturbated while the doctor choked to death on his own dick and balls. All the while, the older woman laid frozen on the floor. Both her, and her younger companion, watched it all. I wondered what was going through their minds. Lavinia cut the doctor open; she removed his heart and liver. The plastic sheets collected the blood into a pool. Black Sally came over and sat down beside us in the pool of blood. We all began removing our clothes. I looked at woman bound on the floor and said, “Now the real fun is about to start.”
She screamed.
When I got downstairs, the Gothic Girl, Black Sally and Brianna were standing by the foyer. Sally held her pistol in her hand. Brianna had rope. The Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Come stand by me. When they come in, we’ll force them to the floor and tie them.”
“How many?”
“Two. They’ll be easy.”
The doorbell rang. Ira came down the hall and passed between us as if we weren’t even there. She answered the door, greeted the visitors and let them in. I didn’t see them women until they were already on the floor and Brianna was tying their hands behind their backs. It was two women. One was older and heavyset; she had shoulder length brown hair streaked with gray. The other woman was younger, she looked 19 or 20. She was slender and had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. They were both dressed conservatively in light-colored blouses and brown slacks. The religious pamphlets they carried were scattered all over the floor. Jehovah’s Witnesses.
We stood the women up. The younger one looked terrified. The older woman asked, “What do you want from us?” Brianna pulled a strip of duct tape from the roll, tore it off and covered the woman’s mouth. She did the same to the younger woman. They both trembled and cried.
The Gothic Girl said, “We’re taking them to Lavinia.”
We brought the women to Lavinia’s room. It was completely different from when I saw it last. The bed had been removed. The floors and walls were covered with large sheets of plastic. A steel cage had been placed in one corner of the room. The cage was small for a human, about four feet high, three feet wide and four feet long. There was a large black trunk pushed up against the wall. Candles and incense burned on the altar. Lavinia sat in her armchair. Again, I got the feeling that Lavinia had another person under her control who was not known to the house. Who carried the bed out?
The women’s muffled sobs and cries were the only sounds that could be heard. Black Sally went to the trunk, grabbed four pairs of scissors and passed them out. We took the women shoes off and cut off all their clothes. The younger stood shaking and shivering; the Gothic Girl put her in the cage.
The doctor came in the room. Brianna gave him a look that stated what I felt, ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ The doctor set his bag on the floor, never taking his eyes off the naked and terrified woman shivering in front of him. Sally held her gun to the woman’s head and forced her to her knees. The doctor undid his pants and stood in front of the woman, his cock inches from her face. Sally took the tape off the woman’s mouth. She cried, “Please, please…”
Sally demanded, “Open your mouth! OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW BITCH!” She smacked her across the face. I looked over at the caged woman. She knelt in the cage crying. Her face was red and soaked with tears. Snot dripped from her nose to the duct tape covering her mouth.
The older woman opened her mouth; the doctor grabbed her by the back of her head, he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, then she shoved it in her mouth. He fucked her face deep and held it there, his balls pressed against her chin. He pulled his cock out and the woman vomited. He shoved his dick back in her mouth before she could even catch her breath.
There was a strange tension in the room. Brianna paced back and forth. The Gothic Girl looked like she didn’t approve of what was going on. I guessed that the doctor was enjoying the benefits of being employed by the family. However, I couldn’t help sense that I wasn’t the only one disturbed by the sight of an outsider taking liberties in our house.
The doctor pushed the woman on her back, she laid on her bound hands. The doctor forced himself between her legs and started fucking her. I saw Lavinia’s blank, bandaged face looking at me, out of the corner of my eye. I heard her voice in my head, “Go in my chest, there is a bat in there. Get it and knock out the doctor.”
I went to the chest. It was full of weapons, tools and wicked instruments of torture. I grabbed the wooden baseball bat and bashed the doctor in the side of the head. He fell to his side and laid there twitching. The bound woman on the floor looked up at me like a frightened deer. Brianna turned the doctor over on his stomach and tied his hands and ankles. His clothes were cut and torn away.
Lavinia climbed off the chair using just her arms. The she used her arms to move of herself close to the doctor. She sat beside him, her black gown was fanned out on the floor around her. Brianna flipped the man back over. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get me the torch.” I dropped the bat back into the chest, pulled out the handheld blowtorch and gave it to her. She lit up the torch, it had a self-igniting head.
Lavinia pulled the Doctor out of his unconscious state by burning off his right nipple. He woke up screaming, he tried to get up. The Gothic Girl kicked him in the face and held his head to floor under her boot. Brianna sat on his legs.
Lavinia grabbed the head of the man’s dick between her fingers. The doctor was no longer turned on, his dick was limp as a wet noodle. She pulled up on his cock and held it stretched. Then she took the torch and began searing the flesh on the man’s cock. Smoke rose from his genitals, the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. The doctor screamed like an upset infant. His voice went hoarse, his screams were reduced to a series of gravelly grunts and hums. When all the skin on his dick was burnt black, with cracks and lines of red, Lavinia moved on and began blackening his balls. Lavinia’s voice said. “Go get the hammer and nails.”
I went to the chest, found the hammer and a box of three inch nails. Lavinia’s voice said, “Kneel down beside him. Good. Feel the top of his shoulder with your hand. Do you feel the spot where his arm meets his body? Start hammering your nails in there.”
I pressed the tip of the nail against his flesh and pounded it into his shoulder. The man struggled in vain. His voice returned momentarily, the room was filled with his high-pitched screams. I picked up another nail and tried to hammer it into his collarbone. The nail went in but the bone snapped under the pressure.
Lavinia turned off the torch and set it on the floor. A blade flashed in her hand. She sliced open the man’s scrotum and pulled one of the long, steel hairpins from her bun. Then she reached her fingers into the man’s scrotum and pulled out one of his testicles. She impaled the testicle with her hair-pin. Then she set the exposed testicle, still attached to the body, on the man’s thigh. She repeated the process with the other nut.
I kept hammering nails into the man’s shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. The Gothic Girl pulled a container of table salt from the chest, walked over to the doctor and poured the salt on his tortured genitals. The doctor bit through his lip. He had completely lost his voice; he just let out a non-stop raspy growl. I saw his eyes, the man had given up and was just hoping death would hurry up and take him. Lavinia scraped and sliced the cooked flesh off the doctor’s penis. The Gothic Girl dumped salt on it. The man’s face was a horrific mask of agony and excruciating pain. His face bothered me. His lips were pulled back in a teeth-baring sneer. I hit him in the mouth with the hammer, busting his lips and shattering his front teeth.
Lavinia took her a dagger and sliced away the doctor’s dick and balls. It was like someone had turned on a blood fountain in his groin. Blood squirted all over the bandages that covered Lavinia’s face. She held his severed, burnt and mutilated gentials in the air, then she shoved the handful of gore in the doctor’s mouth. He struggled. The Gothic Girl got on her knees and held his head. He tried to spit out the remains of his genitals. Lavinia’s voice said, “Shove that shit back in his mouth and hold it there. Plug his nose.”
Lavinia laid her head on the doctors chest and slid her hand underneath her gown. She masturbated while the doctor choked to death on his own dick and balls. All the while, the older woman laid frozen on the floor. Both her, and her younger companion, watched it all. I wondered what was going through their minds. Lavinia cut the doctor open; she removed his heart and liver. The plastic sheets collected the blood into a pool. Black Sally came over and sat down beside us in the pool of blood. We all began removing our clothes. I looked at woman bound on the floor and said, “Now the real fun is about to start.”
She screamed.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Brutality 23
Brianna’s sudden appearance unsettled me. I was haunted by the image of her tearing Cedric’s genitals away with her teeth. I was haunted by what I had done to her. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist. Brianna stood there staring at me. I focused on her and thought, “What?” I heard her voice in my mind, “Lavinia wants you downstairs.”
“If she wanted me, she would tell me herself.”
“She’s telling you now.”
Selene walked in the bathroom naked and covered in blood. She carried Antonija’s severed head by the hair. I took long, slow breaths trying to stay calm. Selene dropped Antonija’s head in the toilet, closed the lid and sat down.
I went to my room, put on my black robe and ran downstairs to the basement. The torture table and floor were covered in blood, but no Lavinia. I heard her voice, “The door behind the stairs.”
The door led to a small room. The only furniture in the room was a mattress on the floor. That’s where Lavinia had been placed. All her clothing had been removed, bandages covered her face, chest and what remained of her legs; they had been cut off just above the knee. I couldn’t help glancing at her pussy. I felt ashamed, scared and excited knowing that she knew everything I was thinking. I heard her voice in my mind, “Get me a blanket.”
After rummaging around the basement, I found a blanket and a pillow. I covered her up, gently lifted her head and eased the pillow under it. The only thing I could see was her long black hair and mouth. Her lips were battered and swollen, all of her front teeth had been broken off or knocked out completely. I sat down on the floor beside her.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Turn off the light and lay down beside me.”
After I turned off the light and laid down, her voice said, “Stare into the darkness.” After a few minutes, a red light came on in the room. I looked up and was frozen in terror. A black spider the size of large dog hung from the ceiling right above me. The whole room was covered with webs. The light went off. I felt something land on top of me. My voice failed me when I tried to scream, my body refused to move.
A blue light came on. Lavinia’s black and red mask was inches in front of my face. She sat straight up, straddling my stomach. Her eight arms fanned out like an angel’s wings. In her hands she held three human heads, four daggers and a key. The light went off. My robe was pulled open, I felt hands wandering, massaging, tickling, pinching, stroking and probing everywhere and all at once. Then, they were gone.
I felt Lavinia’s hand grab onto mine. She squeezed it tight. I heard her voice in my mind, “Antonija’s body has just been discovered. In a couple minutes, Sally will find Selene and the head. Sally will execute Selene on the spot. You will stay here with me until breakfast. When you get to breakfast, Damijana and Sally will be seated as equals at the heads of the table. All remaining seats will be occupied by my slaves. The Matriarch will no longer sit at the table.”
I wondered why she wanted me down there. She answered my idle thought, “You’re the only one I trust and I want you here.”
“Why?”
“You’re in love with me.”
I refused to believe what I already knew. “Not the way you think.”
I heard her laughter in my head, “I don’t need to make assumptions. You can’t hide anything from me.”
“You have to be able to feel love to recognize…”
A white light came on. A young Lavinia sat on top of me. She leaned over and brought her face close to mine. Scalding hot tears poured from her eyes burning my face and neck. I kicked my legs, flailed around and screamed. The light went off. The burning went away.
She squeezed my hand tighter, “You are familiar with the pain that created me, both me and that pain are a part of you. I am your answer to that pain, the answer you’ve spent your whole life seeking.”
“What is your plan for me?”
“Feel where you are right now. This will be your role.”
“You’ve made me your slave against my will and now you want my love?”
“Your will has been aligned with mine for very long time, since long before you were consciously aware of my existence. I already have your love. Do you want me to prove it? Leave. Go ahead. Go. I‘ll help you. I‘ll divert everyone‘s attention away from you. There is a fortune hidden in this house. I‘ll make sure you leave with all the money you‘ll ever need. You can take one of the cars parked outside. Go. I‘m serious. This isn‘t a trick. If you don‘t love me get up and go.”
I didn’t move.
Her voice said, “Tell me I’m beautiful. Say it out loud.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you Lavinia.” She let go of my hand and covered me with her blanket. I fell asleep lying next to her.
I was awoken by her voice. “Get up and go to my office. Find some clothes, get dressed and go to the table.”
When I got to the dining room. The Gothic Girl and Sally were seated at the heads of the table. Brianna was the only other person seated. I sat down to the Gothic Girl’s right. The Gothic Girl picked up the sugar bowl and placed it in the center of the table. She said, “We need to fill the table out, quickly. I will bring the woman out of confinement after breakfast. Lavinia requires that each of us bring one new member to table every 30 days. Each of us must also bring in meat every 30 days and she wants us to start taking slaves.”
Black Sally said, “That’s going to get crowded.”
“When the table grows to sixteen, eight will start a new table. Lavinia will rule over all new tables spawned by this one.” She looked at me, “You and Brianna are to make the new woman suffer when I bring her out. We will have a lot of new blood coming in and we need you all to develop as quickly as possible, especially you two. Lavinia wants a dramatic increase in the amount of realization and strengthening exercises. For those of you that are new, that means that she wants a lot more torture to take place in this house.”
“If she wanted me, she would tell me herself.”
“She’s telling you now.”
Selene walked in the bathroom naked and covered in blood. She carried Antonija’s severed head by the hair. I took long, slow breaths trying to stay calm. Selene dropped Antonija’s head in the toilet, closed the lid and sat down.
I went to my room, put on my black robe and ran downstairs to the basement. The torture table and floor were covered in blood, but no Lavinia. I heard her voice, “The door behind the stairs.”
The door led to a small room. The only furniture in the room was a mattress on the floor. That’s where Lavinia had been placed. All her clothing had been removed, bandages covered her face, chest and what remained of her legs; they had been cut off just above the knee. I couldn’t help glancing at her pussy. I felt ashamed, scared and excited knowing that she knew everything I was thinking. I heard her voice in my mind, “Get me a blanket.”
After rummaging around the basement, I found a blanket and a pillow. I covered her up, gently lifted her head and eased the pillow under it. The only thing I could see was her long black hair and mouth. Her lips were battered and swollen, all of her front teeth had been broken off or knocked out completely. I sat down on the floor beside her.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Turn off the light and lay down beside me.”
After I turned off the light and laid down, her voice said, “Stare into the darkness.” After a few minutes, a red light came on in the room. I looked up and was frozen in terror. A black spider the size of large dog hung from the ceiling right above me. The whole room was covered with webs. The light went off. I felt something land on top of me. My voice failed me when I tried to scream, my body refused to move.
A blue light came on. Lavinia’s black and red mask was inches in front of my face. She sat straight up, straddling my stomach. Her eight arms fanned out like an angel’s wings. In her hands she held three human heads, four daggers and a key. The light went off. My robe was pulled open, I felt hands wandering, massaging, tickling, pinching, stroking and probing everywhere and all at once. Then, they were gone.
I felt Lavinia’s hand grab onto mine. She squeezed it tight. I heard her voice in my mind, “Antonija’s body has just been discovered. In a couple minutes, Sally will find Selene and the head. Sally will execute Selene on the spot. You will stay here with me until breakfast. When you get to breakfast, Damijana and Sally will be seated as equals at the heads of the table. All remaining seats will be occupied by my slaves. The Matriarch will no longer sit at the table.”
I wondered why she wanted me down there. She answered my idle thought, “You’re the only one I trust and I want you here.”
“Why?”
“You’re in love with me.”
I refused to believe what I already knew. “Not the way you think.”
I heard her laughter in my head, “I don’t need to make assumptions. You can’t hide anything from me.”
“You have to be able to feel love to recognize…”
A white light came on. A young Lavinia sat on top of me. She leaned over and brought her face close to mine. Scalding hot tears poured from her eyes burning my face and neck. I kicked my legs, flailed around and screamed. The light went off. The burning went away.
She squeezed my hand tighter, “You are familiar with the pain that created me, both me and that pain are a part of you. I am your answer to that pain, the answer you’ve spent your whole life seeking.”
“What is your plan for me?”
“Feel where you are right now. This will be your role.”
“You’ve made me your slave against my will and now you want my love?”
“Your will has been aligned with mine for very long time, since long before you were consciously aware of my existence. I already have your love. Do you want me to prove it? Leave. Go ahead. Go. I‘ll help you. I‘ll divert everyone‘s attention away from you. There is a fortune hidden in this house. I‘ll make sure you leave with all the money you‘ll ever need. You can take one of the cars parked outside. Go. I‘m serious. This isn‘t a trick. If you don‘t love me get up and go.”
I didn’t move.
Her voice said, “Tell me I’m beautiful. Say it out loud.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you Lavinia.” She let go of my hand and covered me with her blanket. I fell asleep lying next to her.
I was awoken by her voice. “Get up and go to my office. Find some clothes, get dressed and go to the table.”
When I got to the dining room. The Gothic Girl and Sally were seated at the heads of the table. Brianna was the only other person seated. I sat down to the Gothic Girl’s right. The Gothic Girl picked up the sugar bowl and placed it in the center of the table. She said, “We need to fill the table out, quickly. I will bring the woman out of confinement after breakfast. Lavinia requires that each of us bring one new member to table every 30 days. Each of us must also bring in meat every 30 days and she wants us to start taking slaves.”
Black Sally said, “That’s going to get crowded.”
“When the table grows to sixteen, eight will start a new table. Lavinia will rule over all new tables spawned by this one.” She looked at me, “You and Brianna are to make the new woman suffer when I bring her out. We will have a lot of new blood coming in and we need you all to develop as quickly as possible, especially you two. Lavinia wants a dramatic increase in the amount of realization and strengthening exercises. For those of you that are new, that means that she wants a lot more torture to take place in this house.”
Brutality 21
After Isabel removed the man’s liver, Black Sally retrieved the box containing the instruments for dismemberment. She handed hacksaws to me and Brianna, then she pulled a hatchet from the box and hacked off Cedric’s head. The Gothic Girl dragged Atreses’s already decapitated body out from underneath a work bench. She grabbed a saw and started cutting off Atrese’s three remaining limbs.
I placed my blade across Cedric’s thighs and sawed. As I cut through the flesh, muscle and bone, Lavinia’s image invaded my mind. I saw her laid on the torture table, her face covered with bloody bandages; a grotesque line of stitches was all that was left of her right breast. I saw the doctor remove a saw from his bag, preparing to amputate Lavinia’s legs. As my saw tore through the backs of the man’s thighs, I could see the doctor’s saw cutting through her legs. She screamed and screamed without being able to make a sound.
In my mind, I saw a vision of Lavinia walking out of a burning house, she stopped in front of me. Everything behind her was aflame. She wore her blood-red Victorian gown and a black mask with a red stripe running down the center. She pulled up her gown to reveal prosthetic limbs. She said, “You know what they say slave, ‘You can’t keep a good woman down.’”
The Gothic Girl tapped me on the shoulder, bringing me out of my trance. “Let’s go Clarence, these two will finish up.” I followed her to house. Dread and terror weighed heavily on my heart. Anxiety and paranoia grew larger in my mind.
Out of the corner of my eye, I kept seeing shadows running beside me. Dark and unknown figures following me along, studying me, taunting me. The Gothic Girl led me back to Lavinia’s office. We took off our bloody clothes. She went into the bathroom and got in the shower. I went in behind her, standing back from the water to avoid getting my bandages wet. She took a cloth and washed my face, arms and body. She cleaned and massaged my dick and balls with the foaming, sudsy towel.
I grabbed the towel from her hand and spread the pearly-white suds all over her naked, wet body. The water ran over her breasts and down her stomach. The soap suds dripped from her pussy lips. Her long black hair hung to the middle of her back.
We stepped out the shower and dried each other off. She looked into my eyes and pressed her lips against mine. “Clarence, we have to get dressed. They’ll be ready for the ceremony soon.” She went to a closet in the office and pulled out two black paramilitary-style outfits. She tossed me one, “Just roll up your sleeves if it’s too big.”
After we got dressed, she sat down at Lavinia’s desk and typed at her laptop. I asked, “How much stronger is Lavinia than everyone else at the table?”
The Gothic Girl stopped typing. She leaned back in her chair, “There is no comparison. Dolores and Antonija considered her to be unusually gifted when we first got here. They went harder on her, trying to get her to realize her full potential. Lavinia suffered much in those years. From the time I can remember, Lavinia has always been torturing and killing things. Even before our father sold us, she was sneaking dead and mutilated cats into her bed at night. Your suffering helps you realize your power, the suffering of others makes your power grow stronger. Once she was introduced to the torture of human beings and human sacrifice, it became her obsession; then it became her insatiable need. Her telepathic abilities quickly grew. Antonija had taken over as Matriarch by then, and she began grooming her to be a future Second-Head of the table. She was sent down south to stay with one of the most feared telepathics in this part of the world. When Lavinia returned, her power had increased substantially. She was able to do things others had thought were impossible. She became sort of the house Inquisitor, while at the same time killing on her own for her own pleasure. With each kill, she grew stronger.”
“So, what you’re saying is that she’s basically unstoppable. She already owns the table.”
“We don’t even know if she’s going to survive.”
“She’s gonna survive. You saw what happened with Brianna. You know that was Lavinia in her head. She’s downstairs getting her legs cut off at the same time she’s inside Brianna’s head, torturing and killing Cedric through Brianna and having a fucking orgasm through her as well.”
“How do you know she got her legs amputated?”
“I…I saw it in my head.”
“If Antonija sees you make a slip like that, you’ll be the one getting something amputated. Watch your tongue closely Clarence. What else did you see?”
“She was standing in front of a burning house wearing a mask and prosthetic legs.”
“Don’t tell anyone else about this, do you understand?”
“There is something else, she called me ‘slave’. I thought I was released from that.”
“Clarence, right now, your status is just as uncertain as everybody else.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who do you think is control here?”
“Lavinia.”
“She’s going to take what she wants Clarence.”
“Why don’t you stop her?”
“Why the fuck would I want to stop her? Why would you?”
“Because I don’t want to end up like Alfred. That’s why.”
“If you don’t want to end up like Alfred, then I suggest you stay out of her way and do exactly what she tells you to do. If she didn’t favor you, she would have already killed you. You see her rising to the top. You said she’s unstoppable. Who else’s side could you possibly want to be on?”
“Yours.”
“You are on my side Clarence, and I’m on yours. Don’t you think I’m going to be on my sister’s side as well.”
“No, I don’t. I think you know that you’re more fit to lead the table than she is, and that she will lead this house to destruction. I don’t think you’re on her side any more than you’re on Sally’s.”
“That’s your opinion. Keep in my mind that it’s the opinion of a person who doesn’t know shit about what’s going here. This conversation is over Clarence. It’s time for us to go downstairs.”
We took our seats at the table. Antonija rose and gave the same short speech that she gave at the start of the previous ceremony. We removed the lids from our plates and consumed the meat. It was easier the second time. In fact, I looked forward to the euphoria, clarity and feeling of power that I experienced afterward. My mind struggled to rationalize and justify the fact that I had become a cannibal.
When the ritual was over, the Gothic Girl led Sally, Isabel and me into the den. Black Sally handed me pistol with a silencer attached. The Gothic Girl said, “This should be quick and easy. They will have guns nearby so don’t sleep on these guys or fuck around. Isabel and Clarence, when the time comes, you point your gun at the man’s face and pull the trigger three times.”
I went upstairs to use the bathroom and take a moment alone before we went out killing. I turned on the faucet and bent over the sink to splash cold water on my face. When I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, I gasped and jumped. Selene was standing right behind me; still expressionless, still silent, still drooling. I went for the door. She grabbed my throat and held me in an iron grip. She looked at me and gave me a creepy wide-eyed smile. Lavinia’s voice came out of her mouth: “You still belong to me slave. Don’t ever forget that. I’ll kill you before I release you.”
I placed my blade across Cedric’s thighs and sawed. As I cut through the flesh, muscle and bone, Lavinia’s image invaded my mind. I saw her laid on the torture table, her face covered with bloody bandages; a grotesque line of stitches was all that was left of her right breast. I saw the doctor remove a saw from his bag, preparing to amputate Lavinia’s legs. As my saw tore through the backs of the man’s thighs, I could see the doctor’s saw cutting through her legs. She screamed and screamed without being able to make a sound.
In my mind, I saw a vision of Lavinia walking out of a burning house, she stopped in front of me. Everything behind her was aflame. She wore her blood-red Victorian gown and a black mask with a red stripe running down the center. She pulled up her gown to reveal prosthetic limbs. She said, “You know what they say slave, ‘You can’t keep a good woman down.’”
The Gothic Girl tapped me on the shoulder, bringing me out of my trance. “Let’s go Clarence, these two will finish up.” I followed her to house. Dread and terror weighed heavily on my heart. Anxiety and paranoia grew larger in my mind.
Out of the corner of my eye, I kept seeing shadows running beside me. Dark and unknown figures following me along, studying me, taunting me. The Gothic Girl led me back to Lavinia’s office. We took off our bloody clothes. She went into the bathroom and got in the shower. I went in behind her, standing back from the water to avoid getting my bandages wet. She took a cloth and washed my face, arms and body. She cleaned and massaged my dick and balls with the foaming, sudsy towel.
I grabbed the towel from her hand and spread the pearly-white suds all over her naked, wet body. The water ran over her breasts and down her stomach. The soap suds dripped from her pussy lips. Her long black hair hung to the middle of her back.
We stepped out the shower and dried each other off. She looked into my eyes and pressed her lips against mine. “Clarence, we have to get dressed. They’ll be ready for the ceremony soon.” She went to a closet in the office and pulled out two black paramilitary-style outfits. She tossed me one, “Just roll up your sleeves if it’s too big.”
After we got dressed, she sat down at Lavinia’s desk and typed at her laptop. I asked, “How much stronger is Lavinia than everyone else at the table?”
The Gothic Girl stopped typing. She leaned back in her chair, “There is no comparison. Dolores and Antonija considered her to be unusually gifted when we first got here. They went harder on her, trying to get her to realize her full potential. Lavinia suffered much in those years. From the time I can remember, Lavinia has always been torturing and killing things. Even before our father sold us, she was sneaking dead and mutilated cats into her bed at night. Your suffering helps you realize your power, the suffering of others makes your power grow stronger. Once she was introduced to the torture of human beings and human sacrifice, it became her obsession; then it became her insatiable need. Her telepathic abilities quickly grew. Antonija had taken over as Matriarch by then, and she began grooming her to be a future Second-Head of the table. She was sent down south to stay with one of the most feared telepathics in this part of the world. When Lavinia returned, her power had increased substantially. She was able to do things others had thought were impossible. She became sort of the house Inquisitor, while at the same time killing on her own for her own pleasure. With each kill, she grew stronger.”
“So, what you’re saying is that she’s basically unstoppable. She already owns the table.”
“We don’t even know if she’s going to survive.”
“She’s gonna survive. You saw what happened with Brianna. You know that was Lavinia in her head. She’s downstairs getting her legs cut off at the same time she’s inside Brianna’s head, torturing and killing Cedric through Brianna and having a fucking orgasm through her as well.”
“How do you know she got her legs amputated?”
“I…I saw it in my head.”
“If Antonija sees you make a slip like that, you’ll be the one getting something amputated. Watch your tongue closely Clarence. What else did you see?”
“She was standing in front of a burning house wearing a mask and prosthetic legs.”
“Don’t tell anyone else about this, do you understand?”
“There is something else, she called me ‘slave’. I thought I was released from that.”
“Clarence, right now, your status is just as uncertain as everybody else.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who do you think is control here?”
“Lavinia.”
“She’s going to take what she wants Clarence.”
“Why don’t you stop her?”
“Why the fuck would I want to stop her? Why would you?”
“Because I don’t want to end up like Alfred. That’s why.”
“If you don’t want to end up like Alfred, then I suggest you stay out of her way and do exactly what she tells you to do. If she didn’t favor you, she would have already killed you. You see her rising to the top. You said she’s unstoppable. Who else’s side could you possibly want to be on?”
“Yours.”
“You are on my side Clarence, and I’m on yours. Don’t you think I’m going to be on my sister’s side as well.”
“No, I don’t. I think you know that you’re more fit to lead the table than she is, and that she will lead this house to destruction. I don’t think you’re on her side any more than you’re on Sally’s.”
“That’s your opinion. Keep in my mind that it’s the opinion of a person who doesn’t know shit about what’s going here. This conversation is over Clarence. It’s time for us to go downstairs.”
We took our seats at the table. Antonija rose and gave the same short speech that she gave at the start of the previous ceremony. We removed the lids from our plates and consumed the meat. It was easier the second time. In fact, I looked forward to the euphoria, clarity and feeling of power that I experienced afterward. My mind struggled to rationalize and justify the fact that I had become a cannibal.
When the ritual was over, the Gothic Girl led Sally, Isabel and me into the den. Black Sally handed me pistol with a silencer attached. The Gothic Girl said, “This should be quick and easy. They will have guns nearby so don’t sleep on these guys or fuck around. Isabel and Clarence, when the time comes, you point your gun at the man’s face and pull the trigger three times.”
I went upstairs to use the bathroom and take a moment alone before we went out killing. I turned on the faucet and bent over the sink to splash cold water on my face. When I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, I gasped and jumped. Selene was standing right behind me; still expressionless, still silent, still drooling. I went for the door. She grabbed my throat and held me in an iron grip. She looked at me and gave me a creepy wide-eyed smile. Lavinia’s voice came out of her mouth: “You still belong to me slave. Don’t ever forget that. I’ll kill you before I release you.”
Brutality 20
At dinner, the Gothic Girl sat in Lavinia’s seat. I sat to her right with Brianna on the other side of me. Selene sat at the table with a blank stare on her face; she didn’t move, she just looked straight ahead. Ira brought in a large roast on a platter, leaned over me and placed it in the middle of the table. The sight of the roasted meat made me want to vomit. I wondered if it was human. Everyone ate in silence. My attention was caught by something I had seen before but hadn’t closely observed.
At every meal, a bowl of sugar cubes was placed on the table near where Antonija was seated. The bowl was passed around the table frequently. This time I followed it’s route from Antonija to Black Sally, then back to Antonija, then to the Gothic Girl, then back to Antonija. Each time the bowl was passed to someone, that person placed it to their left. It would sit there for varying periods of time before being passed again. But no one ever took a sugar cube from the bowl.
I watched the bowl get passed back to the Gothic Girl. I concentrated on her as hard as I could. I tried to imagine myself in her body. I thought about our time together that afternoon; the feel of her smooth thighs as I pushed her skirt up around her waist. I thought about the way she shook in anger beside me as she watched her sister being tortured and crippled. Then I heard her voice as I watched her silently chew her food, “…Sally, I’ve got you and Isabel in the house. I’ve chatted them up online and they’ll be expecting you. They think you’re coming over to get high with them and fuck. All I need to know is when they’re sitting down and the door’s unlocked. We’ll come right in the front door.”
The bowl was passed to Black Sally. I was afraid to concentrate on her because of what happened before, but I had to know. I looked down, closed my eyes and focused on Sally, “…there is only three of them. They should be dead before you get inside. We need to find someone to take Selene’s seat, at least until she recovers. She can’t sit at the table like that, I mean look at her. She’s drooling.”
The bowl was returned to the Gothic Girl, “I have someone to take her place, she’s in confinement.” She looked at me and spoke out loud, “I see you’re following the bowl. The bowl doesn’t just identify whose turn it is to talk, it also identifies whose thoughts you are allowed to focus on at the time. Don’t try to break into someone’s thoughts if they don’t have the bowl or they will make you pay consequences.”
The Gothic Girl looked past me at Brianna, “What have you done here so far?”
Brianna looked confused, “What do you mean?”
“Lavinia said you’re a sadistic bitch who knows how to torture and that we can use you. What did you do to impress her?”
“Lavinia said I had to make this guy talk in less than 60 seconds. I did it.”
“What did you do to make him talk.”
“I started cutting the sole of his foot off with a pen knife.”
Isabel shook her head laughing, “That’s not right. There’s just some things you don’t do to a person.”
The Gothic Girl laughed and said, “A pen knife, that’s cute. You may have passed Lavinia’s test, but you haven’t passed mine. After dinner you’re going finish him. I don’t mean tickle him. I don’t mean go out there and shoot him. We’re going to take him out to the shed and you’re going to tear him apart piece by piece. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No.”
Isabel asked, “You actually got paid to torture people?”
Brianna replied, “I had never tortured anyone in my life until the 60 second test this morning. I never even knew what torture was until yesterday, when I was tortured by the man sitting next to me.”
Everyone at the table looked at me, everyone except Brianna. Antonija broke the awkward silence. She looked around the table and said, “Go take care of your business in the shed so we can consume the meat before you go out tonight.” She then rose from the table and left.
The rest of us left the table and followed the Gothic Girl to the kennels. Cedric was on his stomach in a kennel whimpering and crying. A German Shepherd barked and growled at him in the kennel to his left. I helped Black Sally drag the naked and hog-tied man to the shed. Sally untied the rope connecting his wrist binds to his ankles. He laid stretched out on his side.
Brianna looked around the shed with her one eye, “What exactly do I need to do?”
The Gothic Girl said, “You need to show me what hell looks like.”
Cedric began begging, “I gave you what you want. You can let me go. I won’t say nothing. Please, please…You don’t need to kill me.” Brianna looked like she couldn’t figure out what to do. Isabel taunted her, “We might still have a flogger around here somewhere princess. Do you want to use that?”
I stepped forward and said to Brianna, “Just think about what I did to you. Then pretend he’s me.” Brianna looked at for me moment, then her face tightened up into vicious sneer. She dropped to her knees beside Cedric and turned him on his back so he laid on his hands. She put her hand on his dick and rubbed it, stroked it and massaged it. She laid on his legs and took his cock in her mouth; Cedric shrieked and tried desperately to buck her off. I saw his dick between her clenched teeth, blood dripped from her mouth; I saw it stretch like a rubber band as she pulled her head back and jerked it from side to side. She tore it in half, spit the severed piece out, grabbed his scrotum and buried her teeth into his left testicle. Cedric flung his head from side to side and let out a steady shout, “AAAAAAAHHHH!” Brianna tore her mouth away from his groin and spit out a junk of scrotum and testicle. The lower half of her face was covered in blood. She sunk her teeth into his right testicle and repeatedly chomped and chewed. She must have worked on his genitals with her teeth for at least 15 minutes. When she was done, nothing was left. She had completely chewed off his dick and balls.
Cedric sweated profusely as he shivered and shook; he screamed out, “Oh God, Oh God please help me! I’m dying! I’M DYYYIIING! HELP ME PLEASE GOD HELP ME!” Brianna bit him on the stomach just above this navel. She drew blood. She bit him again in the same spot. She kept biting, chewing and pulling at the same spot until the flesh was torn away, leaving a bleeding hole. She began digging her fingers into the hole and tearing at the wound, the hole grew wider. Then she buried her face in it. Her head jerked back and forth. Every minute or so she’d turn her head to the side and spit out a chunk of muscle, then she went right back to chewing her way into his stomach. She sat up and shoved her fingers, then her whole hand, into the hole in Cedric’s stomach. When she pulled it out, she clenched a fistful of intestines. Hand over hand, she kept pulling out his guts until a large pile of steaming intestinal tract laid steaming at her feet.
Brianna then sat on Cedric’s chest and placed the tips of her thumbs at the corners of his eyes by his nose. She pushed her thumbs into his eye-sockets and tore out his eye-balls. What she didn’t get the first time, she went back and tore out with her fingernails. Then she started slamming his head into the cement floor over and over again until a large pool of blood spread out around them.
Black Sally held a knife out to Brianna, “You have to cut his throat.”
Brianna complied. When he was dead, she threw her head back and rubbed the blood into her face and neck. I saw her hips move back and forth on Cedric’s body. She undid her pants, stuck her hand in her panties and started masturbating. My heart pounded in fear. I felt dizzy and light-headed. Lavinia. Lavinia was in Brianna’s head. Lavinia the sexual sadist, the serial killer, was still active. And my guess was that the horrific torture she had endured, had only made her stronger. Brianna tensed and shook as she came. When she was done, she turned her head to me and smiled.
The Gothic Girl looked at Isabel, “Get his liver and bring it to Ira.”
At every meal, a bowl of sugar cubes was placed on the table near where Antonija was seated. The bowl was passed around the table frequently. This time I followed it’s route from Antonija to Black Sally, then back to Antonija, then to the Gothic Girl, then back to Antonija. Each time the bowl was passed to someone, that person placed it to their left. It would sit there for varying periods of time before being passed again. But no one ever took a sugar cube from the bowl.
I watched the bowl get passed back to the Gothic Girl. I concentrated on her as hard as I could. I tried to imagine myself in her body. I thought about our time together that afternoon; the feel of her smooth thighs as I pushed her skirt up around her waist. I thought about the way she shook in anger beside me as she watched her sister being tortured and crippled. Then I heard her voice as I watched her silently chew her food, “…Sally, I’ve got you and Isabel in the house. I’ve chatted them up online and they’ll be expecting you. They think you’re coming over to get high with them and fuck. All I need to know is when they’re sitting down and the door’s unlocked. We’ll come right in the front door.”
The bowl was passed to Black Sally. I was afraid to concentrate on her because of what happened before, but I had to know. I looked down, closed my eyes and focused on Sally, “…there is only three of them. They should be dead before you get inside. We need to find someone to take Selene’s seat, at least until she recovers. She can’t sit at the table like that, I mean look at her. She’s drooling.”
The bowl was returned to the Gothic Girl, “I have someone to take her place, she’s in confinement.” She looked at me and spoke out loud, “I see you’re following the bowl. The bowl doesn’t just identify whose turn it is to talk, it also identifies whose thoughts you are allowed to focus on at the time. Don’t try to break into someone’s thoughts if they don’t have the bowl or they will make you pay consequences.”
The Gothic Girl looked past me at Brianna, “What have you done here so far?”
Brianna looked confused, “What do you mean?”
“Lavinia said you’re a sadistic bitch who knows how to torture and that we can use you. What did you do to impress her?”
“Lavinia said I had to make this guy talk in less than 60 seconds. I did it.”
“What did you do to make him talk.”
“I started cutting the sole of his foot off with a pen knife.”
Isabel shook her head laughing, “That’s not right. There’s just some things you don’t do to a person.”
The Gothic Girl laughed and said, “A pen knife, that’s cute. You may have passed Lavinia’s test, but you haven’t passed mine. After dinner you’re going finish him. I don’t mean tickle him. I don’t mean go out there and shoot him. We’re going to take him out to the shed and you’re going to tear him apart piece by piece. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No.”
Isabel asked, “You actually got paid to torture people?”
Brianna replied, “I had never tortured anyone in my life until the 60 second test this morning. I never even knew what torture was until yesterday, when I was tortured by the man sitting next to me.”
Everyone at the table looked at me, everyone except Brianna. Antonija broke the awkward silence. She looked around the table and said, “Go take care of your business in the shed so we can consume the meat before you go out tonight.” She then rose from the table and left.
The rest of us left the table and followed the Gothic Girl to the kennels. Cedric was on his stomach in a kennel whimpering and crying. A German Shepherd barked and growled at him in the kennel to his left. I helped Black Sally drag the naked and hog-tied man to the shed. Sally untied the rope connecting his wrist binds to his ankles. He laid stretched out on his side.
Brianna looked around the shed with her one eye, “What exactly do I need to do?”
The Gothic Girl said, “You need to show me what hell looks like.”
Cedric began begging, “I gave you what you want. You can let me go. I won’t say nothing. Please, please…You don’t need to kill me.” Brianna looked like she couldn’t figure out what to do. Isabel taunted her, “We might still have a flogger around here somewhere princess. Do you want to use that?”
I stepped forward and said to Brianna, “Just think about what I did to you. Then pretend he’s me.” Brianna looked at for me moment, then her face tightened up into vicious sneer. She dropped to her knees beside Cedric and turned him on his back so he laid on his hands. She put her hand on his dick and rubbed it, stroked it and massaged it. She laid on his legs and took his cock in her mouth; Cedric shrieked and tried desperately to buck her off. I saw his dick between her clenched teeth, blood dripped from her mouth; I saw it stretch like a rubber band as she pulled her head back and jerked it from side to side. She tore it in half, spit the severed piece out, grabbed his scrotum and buried her teeth into his left testicle. Cedric flung his head from side to side and let out a steady shout, “AAAAAAAHHHH!” Brianna tore her mouth away from his groin and spit out a junk of scrotum and testicle. The lower half of her face was covered in blood. She sunk her teeth into his right testicle and repeatedly chomped and chewed. She must have worked on his genitals with her teeth for at least 15 minutes. When she was done, nothing was left. She had completely chewed off his dick and balls.
Cedric sweated profusely as he shivered and shook; he screamed out, “Oh God, Oh God please help me! I’m dying! I’M DYYYIIING! HELP ME PLEASE GOD HELP ME!” Brianna bit him on the stomach just above this navel. She drew blood. She bit him again in the same spot. She kept biting, chewing and pulling at the same spot until the flesh was torn away, leaving a bleeding hole. She began digging her fingers into the hole and tearing at the wound, the hole grew wider. Then she buried her face in it. Her head jerked back and forth. Every minute or so she’d turn her head to the side and spit out a chunk of muscle, then she went right back to chewing her way into his stomach. She sat up and shoved her fingers, then her whole hand, into the hole in Cedric’s stomach. When she pulled it out, she clenched a fistful of intestines. Hand over hand, she kept pulling out his guts until a large pile of steaming intestinal tract laid steaming at her feet.
Brianna then sat on Cedric’s chest and placed the tips of her thumbs at the corners of his eyes by his nose. She pushed her thumbs into his eye-sockets and tore out his eye-balls. What she didn’t get the first time, she went back and tore out with her fingernails. Then she started slamming his head into the cement floor over and over again until a large pool of blood spread out around them.
Black Sally held a knife out to Brianna, “You have to cut his throat.”
Brianna complied. When he was dead, she threw her head back and rubbed the blood into her face and neck. I saw her hips move back and forth on Cedric’s body. She undid her pants, stuck her hand in her panties and started masturbating. My heart pounded in fear. I felt dizzy and light-headed. Lavinia. Lavinia was in Brianna’s head. Lavinia the sexual sadist, the serial killer, was still active. And my guess was that the horrific torture she had endured, had only made her stronger. Brianna tensed and shook as she came. When she was done, she turned her head to me and smiled.
The Gothic Girl looked at Isabel, “Get his liver and bring it to Ira.”
Brutality 6
After carrying out the gruesome task, we made our way back to the house. I would be haunted by nightmares and horrific visions from then on. The screams, the blood, Lavinia masturbating as she watched the man die, the dismemberment. Selene, Isabel and Atrese stopped at the backdoor and began removing their bloody boots and coveralls. I did the same, my eyes locked onto Isabel; her long black hair, her smooth brown skin, her long slender legs. Selene stepped in front of Isabel. Blood splatter freckled her face, her nipples stood erect, her thighs were thick and muscular. I feared her, but I was fascinated by her beauty and brutality. She said, “You can shower with the hose over there Clarence.” She went inside followed by Isabel and Atrese. The sight of Atrese’s naked body increased my fear. Her short, stocky body was covered with scars, her right breast was missing the nipple, her left foot was missing two toes. My entire nervous system seemed to react to the sight.
I found the hose, turned on the cold water and began washing the blood off my hands, arms and face. My body shivered and my teeth clattered as I doused myself with the cold water. I heard a voice, “Do you have a thing for bathing outside?” Black Sally stood by the back door smoking. I turned my back to her hoping to hide my nakedness, I looked over my shoulder and replied, “No.” She said, “Turn around and face me.” I turned toward her, embarrassed because the cold had shriveled my cock. She sized me up, blew out smoke and smiled, “Who told you to wash yourself with the hose?” I didn’t answer. She said, “Ok, let me put this way. Did Lavinia or Antonija tell you that you had to wash out here?” I shook my head. “Then you don’t have to stand out here naked washing yourself with cold water like an animal. Turn the water off and come with me.”
I followed her inside. She led me into the kitchen, past Ira who was slamming the lid on a boiling pot and to a door on the opposite side of the kitchen from the stove. The heat of the kitchen felt like a warm blanket wrapped around my cold body. I was nauseated and disturbed by the smell of whatever Ira was cooking. Black Sally opened the door, I followed her into a large, well-stocked pantry. I began to get very concerned as I knew nothing of her, except that “Black” was supposed to be a reference to her heart, and that she lured men to the house to be tortured and killed. She said, “Turn around.” I turned around, my anxiety grew. It sounded like a cardboard box was slid across the floor behind me. She said, “Come on.” I turned to see an opening in the wall, a hidden door that led to staircase. I followed her up the stairs.
The stairs led to small dark landing. I heard the sound of a door being unlocked. She pulled me across the threshold and slammed the door behind me. The room was pitch black. I heard her whisper to me, “I can smell your fear.” A large, bright overhead light illuminated the room. I was in her living quarters. It was a large studio apartment with a kitchenette, queen-sized bed, dining area and bathroom. A big wooden desk sat in front a floor-to-ceiling bookcase. She said, “Go in the bathroom and take a real shower.”
The hot water stung my wounds. I scrubbed my hands and arms till they were raw, hoping to wash away the memory of the evil work my had hands participated in. I emerged from the shower refreshed, my mind was Black Sally. She appeared in the doorway and tossed me a towel, “There are clothes on the bed for you.” After thanking her, I dried off and walked out the bathroom nude. She stood at the stove with her back turned to me. There was a black paramilitary-style outfit, identical to the one she wore, laid out on the bed. I got dressed and anxiously awaited the unveiling of her intentions. She poured hot water into two cups, I could smell the instant coffee. Then she brought the steaming cups to the table and told me to sit down.
I sat across from her. She stared at me for several minutes with cold blue eyes. She took a sip of her coffee and spoke, “You’re not here to serve Selene. Yes…she can, and will, use you as a toy, a plaything. You can’t stop that. But that’s not all she’s after. You need to make sure that you don’t fall under her spell. That would have a very negative impact on your future Clarence. I’ve known the woman that brought you here for a long time. I assume you know her well enough to know that she won’t be happy if she returns to find that you’ve switched you’re allegiance to Selene. What you don’t know Clarence, is what kind of history she has with Selene. I do. And I can tell you that she would be extremely upset if Selene were to take possession of you. Not to mention, you would be committing a capital offense in this house by switching your loyalties. Selene won’t be able to protect you. Of course, she is going to tell you different. Selene sits on the other side of the table. She is Lavinia’s right hand and hopes to eventually move into Lavinia’s seat. Her only rivals for that seat are me and the woman that brought you here. She should be seated to Antonija’s right, placing her next in line for ascension. However, she has been absent, leaving me to take her seat until she returns. If Selene takes possession of you, it will cause discord on our side of the table and reflect very badly on the woman who brought you here. Then, when Lavinia ascends to Antonija’s seat, she will have a justification for placing Selene at the other end of the table. If Lavinia and Selene become the heads of the table, they will turn this into a house full of servants and slaves. They won‘t be able to do that without neutralizing or eradicating everyone on our side of the table . That’s the situation here Clarence, and it‘s very important that you understand whose side you‘re on, and why.”
She placed two cigarettes in her mouth, lit them both and passed me one. I took a long drag off the cigarette, contemplating her words. I was only certain about one thing, I couldn’t trust any of the women in that house. It was quickly becoming clear that they all had designs and hidden agendas. She finished her coffee and said, “There are boots for you by the door over there. It’s almost time for us to go downstairs.” I took two large swigs of coffee and two quick pulls off my smoke, then I sat down on the floor and pulled my new boots on.
Black Sally took me downstairs and to the dining-room. Everyone else was already seated at the table. As soon as I sat down, I felt Selene’s eyes on me. I looked at her and nodded my head slightly, her eyes looked like they were about shoot fire at me. Apparently she was aware that I had been alone with Black Sally and was not amused. Covered plates sat in front of everyone. Antonija’s angelic voice seemed to cause all noise, movement, and even time itself, to stop. She said, “Let’s take a moment of silence to remember those who came before us and our brothers and sisters who have fallen.” Everyone lowered their heads. After a few moments, Antonija spoke again, “We eat this meal in remembrance of Oyori, our original Matriarch from ancient times. Once a mere slave-girl, she gained her freedom by killing her master. She came to power by consuming him. Every time another tyrant sought to seize control of the tribe, Oyori seduced him, killed him and consumed him. Her power grew steadily, she was placed at the head of the tribe. Under her leadership, nobody was ever in want. No one felt hunger and none were made slaves to another. Eventually she sought tyrants who ruled neighboring kingdoms. One after another, she seduced them, killed them and consumed them. She found that the bloodier the death, the more the tyrant suffered; the more power was transmitted to her through his suffering. Eventually, she passed away like all mortal beings. But the tribe carried on her tradition and continued to thrive, until the new tyrants came with their guns and their ships and their armies. Where we weren’t completely exterminated, we were pushed into the shadows, forced underground; hunted down, tortured and murdered in the very beds we slept in. But some of us survived and kept Oyori’s traditions alive. As you eat your meal, meditate on Oyori, the power that grows inside you, your commitment to each other and your commitment to Oyori.”
Everyone removed the lids from their plates. I looked at the small thin piece of boiled meat on my plate. I fought the urge to vomit. Black Sally took a water pitcher from the center of the table and poured me glass. She whispered, “Don’t think about it, just eat it. “ I cut the piece of meat into two pieces and shoved one of the halves in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed quickly, then gulped down half my glass of water. I took the other bite, finished my water and sat back in my chair concentrating as hard as I could on not vomiting in the middle of the ritual. I looked around the table, everyone had finished and sat quietly. A wave of euphoria swept over me. My nausea went away. I suddenly experienced a strong feeling of confidence and self-awareness. My anxiety and fear subsided. I had just consumed a piece of a human liver, and the only emotion I felt at that time was…exhilaration.
Antonija rose without speaking and exited the room. Once she was gone, Black Sally looked at Selene and said, “I’m taking Clarence this afternoon.’
Selene replied, “The fuck you are, Clarence needs to clean shit in the dog kennels.”
“Clarence was not sent here to learn to clean shit. I’m taking Clarence to teach him something useful.”
“Oh yeah. What are you gonna teach him, how to lick your pussy? Fuck that, Clarence is cleaning shit.”
“Selene, I know that in your perfect vision of the world, you would be queen and everyone else would be groveling shit cleaners. What title should we bestow your Royal Highness? I know, since your dominion will be comprised solely of shit cleaners, and that implies an overabundance of feces…we’ll call you ‘Selene, Queen of Shit!”
Lavinia interjected, “Enough! Clarence will be spending the afternoon with me!”
Terror…absolute terror is what I felt after hearing that I would be spending the afternoon alone with Lavinia. I feared Selene and Black Sally. I was terrified of Lavinia. Who wouldn’t be after witnessing her performance earlier that morning? In addition, Selene would calling for me later in the evening. My mind was filled with images of Lavinia in her blood red dress, dancing around the room spinning that chain as she flayed her helpless victim. The woman who became so aroused at the sight of the man’s blood and suffering that she hiked her dress up and masturbated right there on the spot as she watched him die. That’s who I would be spending the afternoon alone with. And I had no idea what to expect.
I found the hose, turned on the cold water and began washing the blood off my hands, arms and face. My body shivered and my teeth clattered as I doused myself with the cold water. I heard a voice, “Do you have a thing for bathing outside?” Black Sally stood by the back door smoking. I turned my back to her hoping to hide my nakedness, I looked over my shoulder and replied, “No.” She said, “Turn around and face me.” I turned toward her, embarrassed because the cold had shriveled my cock. She sized me up, blew out smoke and smiled, “Who told you to wash yourself with the hose?” I didn’t answer. She said, “Ok, let me put this way. Did Lavinia or Antonija tell you that you had to wash out here?” I shook my head. “Then you don’t have to stand out here naked washing yourself with cold water like an animal. Turn the water off and come with me.”
I followed her inside. She led me into the kitchen, past Ira who was slamming the lid on a boiling pot and to a door on the opposite side of the kitchen from the stove. The heat of the kitchen felt like a warm blanket wrapped around my cold body. I was nauseated and disturbed by the smell of whatever Ira was cooking. Black Sally opened the door, I followed her into a large, well-stocked pantry. I began to get very concerned as I knew nothing of her, except that “Black” was supposed to be a reference to her heart, and that she lured men to the house to be tortured and killed. She said, “Turn around.” I turned around, my anxiety grew. It sounded like a cardboard box was slid across the floor behind me. She said, “Come on.” I turned to see an opening in the wall, a hidden door that led to staircase. I followed her up the stairs.
The stairs led to small dark landing. I heard the sound of a door being unlocked. She pulled me across the threshold and slammed the door behind me. The room was pitch black. I heard her whisper to me, “I can smell your fear.” A large, bright overhead light illuminated the room. I was in her living quarters. It was a large studio apartment with a kitchenette, queen-sized bed, dining area and bathroom. A big wooden desk sat in front a floor-to-ceiling bookcase. She said, “Go in the bathroom and take a real shower.”
The hot water stung my wounds. I scrubbed my hands and arms till they were raw, hoping to wash away the memory of the evil work my had hands participated in. I emerged from the shower refreshed, my mind was Black Sally. She appeared in the doorway and tossed me a towel, “There are clothes on the bed for you.” After thanking her, I dried off and walked out the bathroom nude. She stood at the stove with her back turned to me. There was a black paramilitary-style outfit, identical to the one she wore, laid out on the bed. I got dressed and anxiously awaited the unveiling of her intentions. She poured hot water into two cups, I could smell the instant coffee. Then she brought the steaming cups to the table and told me to sit down.
I sat across from her. She stared at me for several minutes with cold blue eyes. She took a sip of her coffee and spoke, “You’re not here to serve Selene. Yes…she can, and will, use you as a toy, a plaything. You can’t stop that. But that’s not all she’s after. You need to make sure that you don’t fall under her spell. That would have a very negative impact on your future Clarence. I’ve known the woman that brought you here for a long time. I assume you know her well enough to know that she won’t be happy if she returns to find that you’ve switched you’re allegiance to Selene. What you don’t know Clarence, is what kind of history she has with Selene. I do. And I can tell you that she would be extremely upset if Selene were to take possession of you. Not to mention, you would be committing a capital offense in this house by switching your loyalties. Selene won’t be able to protect you. Of course, she is going to tell you different. Selene sits on the other side of the table. She is Lavinia’s right hand and hopes to eventually move into Lavinia’s seat. Her only rivals for that seat are me and the woman that brought you here. She should be seated to Antonija’s right, placing her next in line for ascension. However, she has been absent, leaving me to take her seat until she returns. If Selene takes possession of you, it will cause discord on our side of the table and reflect very badly on the woman who brought you here. Then, when Lavinia ascends to Antonija’s seat, she will have a justification for placing Selene at the other end of the table. If Lavinia and Selene become the heads of the table, they will turn this into a house full of servants and slaves. They won‘t be able to do that without neutralizing or eradicating everyone on our side of the table . That’s the situation here Clarence, and it‘s very important that you understand whose side you‘re on, and why.”
She placed two cigarettes in her mouth, lit them both and passed me one. I took a long drag off the cigarette, contemplating her words. I was only certain about one thing, I couldn’t trust any of the women in that house. It was quickly becoming clear that they all had designs and hidden agendas. She finished her coffee and said, “There are boots for you by the door over there. It’s almost time for us to go downstairs.” I took two large swigs of coffee and two quick pulls off my smoke, then I sat down on the floor and pulled my new boots on.
Black Sally took me downstairs and to the dining-room. Everyone else was already seated at the table. As soon as I sat down, I felt Selene’s eyes on me. I looked at her and nodded my head slightly, her eyes looked like they were about shoot fire at me. Apparently she was aware that I had been alone with Black Sally and was not amused. Covered plates sat in front of everyone. Antonija’s angelic voice seemed to cause all noise, movement, and even time itself, to stop. She said, “Let’s take a moment of silence to remember those who came before us and our brothers and sisters who have fallen.” Everyone lowered their heads. After a few moments, Antonija spoke again, “We eat this meal in remembrance of Oyori, our original Matriarch from ancient times. Once a mere slave-girl, she gained her freedom by killing her master. She came to power by consuming him. Every time another tyrant sought to seize control of the tribe, Oyori seduced him, killed him and consumed him. Her power grew steadily, she was placed at the head of the tribe. Under her leadership, nobody was ever in want. No one felt hunger and none were made slaves to another. Eventually she sought tyrants who ruled neighboring kingdoms. One after another, she seduced them, killed them and consumed them. She found that the bloodier the death, the more the tyrant suffered; the more power was transmitted to her through his suffering. Eventually, she passed away like all mortal beings. But the tribe carried on her tradition and continued to thrive, until the new tyrants came with their guns and their ships and their armies. Where we weren’t completely exterminated, we were pushed into the shadows, forced underground; hunted down, tortured and murdered in the very beds we slept in. But some of us survived and kept Oyori’s traditions alive. As you eat your meal, meditate on Oyori, the power that grows inside you, your commitment to each other and your commitment to Oyori.”
Everyone removed the lids from their plates. I looked at the small thin piece of boiled meat on my plate. I fought the urge to vomit. Black Sally took a water pitcher from the center of the table and poured me glass. She whispered, “Don’t think about it, just eat it. “ I cut the piece of meat into two pieces and shoved one of the halves in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed quickly, then gulped down half my glass of water. I took the other bite, finished my water and sat back in my chair concentrating as hard as I could on not vomiting in the middle of the ritual. I looked around the table, everyone had finished and sat quietly. A wave of euphoria swept over me. My nausea went away. I suddenly experienced a strong feeling of confidence and self-awareness. My anxiety and fear subsided. I had just consumed a piece of a human liver, and the only emotion I felt at that time was…exhilaration.
Antonija rose without speaking and exited the room. Once she was gone, Black Sally looked at Selene and said, “I’m taking Clarence this afternoon.’
Selene replied, “The fuck you are, Clarence needs to clean shit in the dog kennels.”
“Clarence was not sent here to learn to clean shit. I’m taking Clarence to teach him something useful.”
“Oh yeah. What are you gonna teach him, how to lick your pussy? Fuck that, Clarence is cleaning shit.”
“Selene, I know that in your perfect vision of the world, you would be queen and everyone else would be groveling shit cleaners. What title should we bestow your Royal Highness? I know, since your dominion will be comprised solely of shit cleaners, and that implies an overabundance of feces…we’ll call you ‘Selene, Queen of Shit!”
Lavinia interjected, “Enough! Clarence will be spending the afternoon with me!”
Terror…absolute terror is what I felt after hearing that I would be spending the afternoon alone with Lavinia. I feared Selene and Black Sally. I was terrified of Lavinia. Who wouldn’t be after witnessing her performance earlier that morning? In addition, Selene would calling for me later in the evening. My mind was filled with images of Lavinia in her blood red dress, dancing around the room spinning that chain as she flayed her helpless victim. The woman who became so aroused at the sight of the man’s blood and suffering that she hiked her dress up and masturbated right there on the spot as she watched him die. That’s who I would be spending the afternoon alone with. And I had no idea what to expect.
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