Sybil Writes On Leaves

Kali's Altar 1

The Gothic Girl led the woman to the den. I hadn’t seen her since she was thrown in the trunk of a car a few days earlier. She didn’t look like she had suffered any physical injuries. She was clean and freshly bathed; covered with a white robe, her hair still wet. Brianna rose from her chair and approached the woman. She ordered the woman to take off her robe. The woman looked to the Gothic Girl. Brianna grabbed the woman by the hair and attempted to force her to the floor. The woman fought back. Her robe was pulled open during the struggle. Her breasts bounced up and down as she threw a flurry of wild punches at Brianna.

The Gothic Girl laughed and said, “Clarence, your comrade is getting her ass whooped.” Brianna tripped over a footstool as she tried to evade the blows and fell to the floor. The woman grabbed a poker from a rack by the fireplace and began beating on Brianna’s back and legs. I punched the woman in the jaw. She fell to one knee. Brianna got to her feet, grabbed a heavy ashtray from the end table and smashed the woman in the head with it. The woman fell to the floor.

I stripped the woman’s robe from her body, removed the belt and tied her wrists to a leg of the coffee table. She laid face-down on the floor crying. Her cries turned to screams when Brianna shoved the handle of the poker up the woman’s ass. Brianna pulled a knife from her pocket and hacked off the woman’s hair.

The Gothic Girl held a pair of hooks. A short, thin piece of rope was attached to each hook. She knelt by the woman, reached her hand under her chin, jerked her head up and ran the stainless-steel hook through the woman’s cheek. The woman shrieked and tried get up. The Gothic Girl placed her knee between the woman’s shoulder blades and slammed her head into the coffee table leaving a large gash across the woman’s forehead. The woman’s face was instantly painted with blood. The Gothic Girl hooked the woman’s other cheek and handed me the rope. She held the length of rope attached to the other hook. I pulled from the left-side and the Gothic Girl pulled from the right. The woman’s yells and screams came out of her mouth like some strange mating call. Brianna returned to fucking the woman’s ass with the handle of the fire poker. The Gothic Girl and I each took a step away from the woman as we stretched her face farther and farther.

Eventually, my hook cut through the woman’s cheek. The Gothic Girl placed the sole of her boot on the woman’s shoulder and jerked up on the hook. It ripped through woman’s cheek. Her body heaved rapidly, in rhythm with her sobs. Brianna pulled the poker from the woman’s ass and hammered the woman’s buttocks and thighs with the shit-covered handle.

Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “I want you to fuck her. Fuck her ass until she bleeds.”

I pushed Brianna aside and dropped to my knees between the woman’s legs. My good hand smacked and squeezed her ass. I undid my pants with the fingers on my bandaged hand. I eased my finger into her ass and wriggled it around. The woman whimpered and trembled. My cock stood erect and rock-hard. I spit on my hand and spread the saliva over the head of my dick, then I plunged it balls deep into her ass. The woman raised her head and let out a guttural shout. I fucked her ass savagely and mercilessly; the way that Isabel, Lenore and Atrese had brutalized me. I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Watch this!”

Brianna knelt down by the woman’s head and grabbed onto her hands. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. The woman screamed and her body went stiff, then I heard a sharp “CRACK!” Brianna was breaking fingers. The woman struggled to rise to her feet. I laid down flat on top of her, slowly moving my cock deep around inside her. My hips pumped up and down faster and harder. “CRACK!” I came deep in her ass while she wriggled around squealing and weeping underneath me.

Lavinia’s voice said, “Tell her I said ‘Welcome to the family.’”

The doctor stitched up the woman’s face when he came by to check on Lavinia. The Gothic Girl and I carried Lavinia upstairs to her room and placed her in bed. It was the first time I had seen her room. The walls, ceiling and carpets were all crimson, as was the bedding and drapes. A queen-sized bed sat in the center of the room. A mahogany altar sat to its left. The altar was adorned with candles, flowers, jewels and daggers; a three foot statue stood in the center. The statue depicted a naked woman with coal black skin and eight arms. It depicted the image I’d seen in my visions and dreams.

The Gothic Girl spoke without moving her lips, “We need to go back into the city tonight.”

“Why?”

“We need to hunt. We need members and meat.”

“I’ll be ready.”

“She wants you to stay. I’ll see you at the table.” She kissed me, then abruptly exited the room.

Lavinia’s voice said, “Slave, look under the bed. There is a platter. Get it.”

I got on my hands and knees and looked under the bed. I pulled out the silver platter. On the platter sat a boiled, brown chunk of meat. Lavinia’s voice said, “Chew it up. Chew it up good. Swish it around in your mouth until it’s like soup, then spit it into my mouth. You will take one bite for yourself. It will increase your power. It’s Antonija.”

I chewed the Matriarch’s meat and fed it to her. It felt like the meat I consumed instantly lit a fire inside me. I was filled with the urge to consume more, to hurt more, to fuck more, to kill more.

Lavinia sat up and turned her bandaged face toward me. I couldn’t see her eyes. I couldn’t hear her speak, yet she communicated clearly, “Tonight you will bring the sacrifice to my bed. We will torture together and consume the meat together. We will consume it raw, like in times past. We will continue to grow stronger.”

At lunch, the woman sat at the table tied to a chair. Her forehead and cheeks were bandaged. She appeared heavily sedated. I asked the Gothic Girl, “What do we call her?”

She said, “Lilith. We’ll call her Lilith.”

“Why is she still tied up? We should kill her if we can’t control her.”

The Gothic Gothic slapped me across the face. “Do you think that because you’ve become Lavinia’s concubine, that gives you authority over me? Who are you to question me? Stand up! STAND UP AND TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!”

I pushed my chair out, stood and removed my shirt. The Gothic Girl yelled, “DROP YOUR PANTS AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE FUCKING TABLE! LOOK STRAIGHT AHEAD!”

I heard chains jingling behind me, then the sound of something slicing through the air. The pain almost knocked me off my feet. I gripped the table, my muscles tensed; cold steel tore across my back again. She was whipping me with a long thin chain. Again and again, the lashes came down across my back. I felt blood trickling down my buttocks and thighs. I thought of Lavinia and of the immense suffering I had seen her endure. I refused to scream.

She wrapped the chain around my neck and pulled me to the floor. She yelled, “LAY ON YOUR BACK!” She hiked up her skirt, squatted and pissed all over my face. She said, “Now get up and go back to your seat BITCH!”

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