Sybil Writes On Leaves

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.

#RedNun 808

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