Sybil Writes On Leaves

Brutality 9

Black Sally was waiting for me in my room when I returned. She looked at my swollen hand and half an ear, “Looks like Lavinia let you off easy. I’ll have Lenore come bandage up your ear.”

I replied, “No, I’ll do it myself.”

She looked me in the eyes, “Clarence, you’re letting them get to you. You can’t let them break you down.”

“Break me down? Since I’ve been here, I’ve had my tooth pulled out, been beaten with a cord, almost electrocuted, my toenail pulled off, my hand crushed and half my ear was cut off with a pen-knife. Not to mention, I’m trapped in a house with a psychotic sexual sadist who is in the prime of her serial killing career. Have you seen Alfred? Do you know she has a collection of dicks preserved in jars?”

“I could see how someone might say those are red flags.”

“Red flags? We killed a man and ate his…”

“You! You killed a man Clarence. And you had the same thing for lunch as the rest of us.”

“I had no choice. He was dying anyway. What about you? You‘re the one who stalked him and lured him here.”

“So what? The house needs its meat, I need the house. If I was a born bakery, I would have grown up to be a baker. I was born here, in a butcher shop, and I grew up to be a butcher. I understand that you‘ve been through a lot in the past 24-hours, but you need to pull yourself together.”

“You were born here?”

“Yes.”

“Was it always like this?”

“No, it was not. It used to be about the family. Then the old Matriarch, Aunt Dolores, brought a man into the house. When he came, all the poisons from the outside world snuck in. He brought ideas with him about hierarchy, dominance, obedience and the majority being slaves to the few. He talked about presidents and kings and royal courts. He convinced Dolores that the family could not function properly when we all work for our common good. He said that everyone at the table should be slaves to the Matriarch. Dolores allowed herself to be fooled, taken in by the idea of having absolute power. She once was a source of wisdom, strength and inspiration. Overnight, she turned into a parasite whose only goal was to break down and destroy her brothers and sisters so that all would serve her interests and none could threaten her power. She tried to destroy the traditions of love, self-sacrifice and unity that were passed on for thousands of years. She had a throne brought in and we weren’t allowed to call her Aunt Dolores anymore, from then on she wanted to be called Queen Dolores. She even took away our names and began referring to us as ‘Subject 1’, ‘Subject 2’, ‘Subject 3’.

“The table we sit at now is a new table. The old one was twice as long, with twice as many seats. Back then, more than half the brothers and sisters at the table were over 40. Now, more than half the table is under 30. Dolores killed all of the older members of the family off. She killed anyone who she viewed as a potential threat to her power. The older members were the ones who kept the younger ones, like Lavinia, under control. Dolores had everyone spying on each other; everyone watching each other. Treachery and envy became the orders of the day. We were forced to torture and murder those who protected us and guided us all of our lives. The more power Dolores felt, the more of an obsession it became for her.

“We always had our ritual, the one you saw earlier today. But we only did it twice a year. Queen Dolores wanted the rituals done twice a month. She prohibited members of the table from consuming the meat. Since power is transferred through the meat, Dolores felt that all the meat should be consumed by her. The house became corrupt, divided and perverse. This house became a place of slaughter and unimaginable torture.

“One day, Antonija decided that enough was enough. First, she poisoned the man who had been the corrupting influence. Then, she armed herself with a dagger and waited. Antonija was the only older, experienced member left at the table. Queen Dolores sought to humiliate her every day by calling her into her chamber to clean her feet and genitals with her tongue. Antonija waited until she was called, dropped to her knees and licked Dolores’ feet clean. Then she kissed and licked her inner-thighs. She licked Dolores’ ass, labia and clit. The Queen closed her eyes, threw her head back and grinded her hips in anticipation of an orgasm. That’s when Antonija rose and buried the dagger in her chest. That night, we had our ritual, but Queen Dolores was the tyrant to be consumed. On that night we all ate.

“Unfortunately, killing the Queen didn’t destroy the poisonous ideas. The atmosphere of distrust, envy and treachery remained. Lavinia strives to succeed where Dolores where Dolores failed; turning this into a house full of slaves whose whole existence is devoted to serving her. On the other hand, there is the woman who brought you here. She left and sought to create her own place where she could make her own rules and recreate the house she once loved.”

“Where do you fit in?”

“Where do I fit in Clarence? I’m the one who is going to keep you from ending up like Alfred. You’re going to help me. Don’t think for a moment that I don’t know Lavinia’s game. There is only one variation, ‘fuck everyone over for your own gain.’ Therefore, you can expect her to deceive and betray you.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We have individuals at the table who are working to make Lavinia Queen over all; to give her absolute power over everyone else at the table. Things will go right back to the way they were under Dolores. We’re not going to let that happen Clarence.”

“What are we going to do?”

“The only thing you can do with a tyrant and her minions. We’re going to kill them; Lavinia, Selene, Isabel and Atrese. We’re going to kill them all. We eat tyrants here Clarence, we don’t entertain them.”

“What about Lenore? Is she on our side?”

“Yes, Lenore is on our side. She likes to dress and prance around like Diva. You can’t do that when you’re chained to a wall. She knows what her future will be like if Lavinia comes to power. Look Clarence, I know you’re scared of Lavinia but don’t overestimate her. The illusion of superiority is just that, an illusion. Antonija proved that point. A title is just a word. It won’t protect you from a dagger to the heart, it won’t protect you against disease or poison. Power changes hands in this world by the millisecond. Think of Priam. He was king of the richest city in the world. In the end, he watched his daughters being raped, his sons murdered and his city reduced to ashes. Power is just a word Clarence, an illusion. It can be taken away at any time. The smallest most insignificant worm of a man can dethrone a king with one bullet. What is he really king of? Who is he superior to if the lowliest man is able to strip him of all his power and authority in one instant, with one flick of the finger?”

I didn’t say anything. I looked at the floor and contemplated her words. Hope returned to my heart. Black Sally walked toward the door, “Come on, I’ll bandage your ear. You need to get cleaned up for dinner.”

She took me to the bathroom and had me sit on the toilet. She retrieved ointment, bandages and tape from the medicine cabinet. Then she straddled my lap, her lips inches from mine. My heart pounded as she bandaged my ear. My cock began to stiffen. She kept tending to wound, acting as if she couldn’t feel my hard member pressing against her inner-thigh. When she was done, she scoot forward on my lap. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my dick. She grinded her hips slowly, looked me in the eyes and gave me a kiss in the lips. Then she got up, “Clean the blood off your neck and face. I’ll see you at dinner. Don’t forget your meeting with Selene tonight. If you can survive it without letting Selene put you on leash, then you and I will talk again very soon.”

She smiled at me, then walked out the door. I was determined to overcome Selene. After all, I thought, she won’t be that hard to deal with. Didn’t Lavinia say she’s just “a helpless little girl”? And Black Sally seemed confident in my ability. I figured that Selene would be my easiest obstacle to overcome. That’s what I figured anyway. Unfortunately, I would soon find out…I figured wrong…

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