Sybil Writes On Leaves

Kali's Altar 19

Lavinia’s voice whispered, “I’m doing this because I love you and I want you to grow stronger.” I yelled and screamed until my lungs and throat burned. I couldn’t stand, turn or twist; I didn’t even have enough room to pound my head against the lid or sides of the box. My elbows, shoulders, forearms, head, back, toes and ass all pressed and rubbed against the cold steel. A cold draft flowed in through air holes. All was black. Lavinia’s voice said, “Panic will turn a bad situation into the stuff nightmares are made of. Take a deep breath and try to be still.”

Every joint in my body ached, my muscles began to cramp. My breathing was fast and shallow. I felt something brush against my foot. It felt like furry fingertips were tickling my ankle. I couldn’t breathe. In my mind, I saw the image of a large, hairy spider with a swollen red body the size of a lemon. I felt it brush against the naked flesh of my inner-thigh. Terror confined my existence to the moment, I could see nothing beyond the complete darkness that surrounded me. It was as if I had no past or future, just a hellish present that would stretch on throughout eternity.

My body became soaked with sweat as I yelled and futilely rocked back and forth, a half-inch to each side. I managed to pull my arms up over my knees and bring them between my legs. I felt the spider crawl over my genitals. I could only move my hands from the wrists, I slapped at the spider with one hand hoping to crush it. The spider scurried over my penis and up my stomach. It felt like someone was violently shaking the box, I could hear it slamming against the closet walls. I realized that it was me shaking the box as my body convulsed in fear. The spider crawled up to my neck, I felt it’s fangs sink into to the soft flesh under my ear, it felt like two nails being driven into my neck. With limited movement, I could only slap at the spider with fingertips. It latched on to my hand and bit into my middle finger. My face was pulled back, teeth-bared as I bellowed like beast and crushed the spider between my hands.

Lavinia’s voice whispered, “You were locked in a closet when you were young. You remember. You pounded on the closet door screaming because you were afraid of the dark. You always had the feeling that you weren’t alone in that closet. That feeling terrified you more than the people who locked you inside. Do you remember that time you felt a hand emerge from between the coats and grab your shoulder? You beat on the door until your fists bled, crying and pleading for them to let you out. Did you just have an overactive imagination? Or was there a really some sort malicious spirit in that closet with you? You know how sometimes you would be in the house alone, step into the hall and catch a glimpse out of someone the corner of your eye? You knew you saw someone, but when you checked nobody was there. Have you ever thought that maybe an evil spirit has been stalking you since those days spent in the closet?”

My teeth clattered as I sat cramped and shivering. I clenched my mouth shut to keep my teeth from knocking together. Lavinia’s voice whispered, “Stare into the darkness, tell me what you see.” With head lowered, eyes toward the bottom of the box, I stared into the black between my legs. Moments later a face began to form, it was the pale, eyeless, dead face of Brianna. Her mouth opened wide showing her teeth, the top row was jagged from when she broke her teeth on the bathroom floor. She bit into my testicles. The pain shot through my body, I stiffened, panicked and fought against the steel walls of the box. Brianna growled as she ferociously jerked her head from left to right, tearing my scrotum open and crushing my testicle between her teeth. I screamed out, “Please, please Lavinia. LET ME OUT!” Brianna’s face drifted into nothingness like a smoke ring. I felt for my balls. They were still intact. Lavinia’s voice said, “What did I tell you about the groveling. Do you think that I would give my love to a lowly, groveling coward? I was wrong about you. I thought your devotion meant something. I truly believed that I was special to you. But you’re just a lowly piss-drinking, groveling, cowardly parasite who would be more than happy to lick shit off the boots of any bitch who will allow it. Isn’t that true?”

I screamed out, “NO!” Tears streamed from my eyes.

“You’re crying? You are one sorry fucking excuse for a man. You’ve been in the box for less than ten minutes and you’ve already been reduced to trembling, weeping child. I’m disappointed in you. But mostly, I’m disappointed in myself for misjudging you. I’m going to leave you in that box.”

I yelled, “No, please Lavinia. NO!”

She interrupted, “You will die of starvation. That’s a fitting death for a disloyal, piss-drinking coward. When you’re dead. I’ll take your emaciated body and turn you into the walking dead like I did Brianna. You will be much more useful to me. Good-bye Clarence.”

“No, I’ll do anything, please let me out. Give me a quick death, please.”

“A quick death? That is something I only offer to those I respect or pity. How could I possibly respect you. You’ve seen the torture I’ve endured. I never gave in or begged for anything. You’re not worthy of me.”

“I was there with you when nobody else was…”

“You’re the fool I chose to take advantage of in my time of need. I needed service, you were the only piss-drinker available.”

“I don’t drink piss!”

“I know. You would find it too degrading. However, if you want to get out of that box, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” The closet door opened, light shot through the air holes like knives penetrating my eyes. I squeezed them shut. “”Open your eyes.” I cracked my eyes open, all I could see was a white blur blending into the black that surrounded me. “Do you see the straw? Lean forward and drink. Drink and I will let you out.”

I shook my head sobbing. The straw was pulled out of the hole. I heard the sound of fluid being poured over the top of the box. Urine streamed from the air holes above onto my flesh. The door slammed shut. All was dark once again. Lavinia’s voice said, “Fine. Starve to death you fucking coward. You can think about me playing with my clit as I revel in your suffering.”

As sat crouched and shivering, sweat and piss dripping from my naked body, my mind became fixated on the image of Lavinia sitting in her chair, creamy thighs parted, her gown pulled up around her waist; playing with her clit and fingering her tight, wet pussy. I remembered the night in the basement when she pretended to be Selene, I remembered the sweet taste of her juices as she rubbed her wet pussy against my lips and tongue. I thought about the first time I pushed my cock inside her. A deep, hopeless sort of anguished loneliness fell over my heart. I loved her, she was all that wanted and wished for. She no longer loved me.

I couldn’t tell how long I was in the box; if it was hours, days or minutes. After awhile, I could no longer tell where my body ended and the darkness of the steel box began. The closet door opened. I squeezed my eyes shut. There was the sound of keys, the lock, steel banging against steel. The lid was opened. I tried to look up. All I could see was light and two shadows standing above me. The shadows pulled me out of the box and dropped me on the floor. I tried to stretch out but my muscles all remained cramped. It felt like thousands of red-hot needles had been inserted into my legs, arms, neck and back. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw Damijana and Sally standing over me. They both held long, thick leather straps. Since I still couldn’t move, all I could do was lay there helpless and vulnerable as the blows rained down on my naked body. The sound of the leather striking my skin was fast and ferocious. “SCHWAP! SCWAP! SCHWAP! SCHWAP!“ They beat me from head to toe with the straps. I saw blood on the floor and wondered if it was from the lashing alone or if the lashing had opened up wounds still trying to heal.

The blows stopped. I laid on my side breathing heavily, relieved to be out of the box despite the beating. Sally pushed me over on my back with her boot. Damijana sat on my chest, pinning my arms down with her knees. I felt the heat of her pussy through her skirt. I could smell her, she was aroused. Sally laughed and said, “Damijana, his dick is getting hard.”

Damijana looked me in the face with cold, merciless eyes. She held a 1 liter bottle filled with yellow liquid in her right hand. Sally dropped to her knees behind my head, she held my forehead with one hand and pinched my nostrils shut with the other. I held my breath for as long as I could. Damijana watched me and smiled. When I opened my mouth to gasp for air, she filled my mouth piss, then she held my mouth closed forcing me to swallow. When they let go of me, I rolled on my side coughing and choking. Snot and urine dripped from my nose, the piss burned my nostrils making my eyes water. Damijana dumped the remainder of the bottle on my head. Black Sally slammed her boot into my balls. As I laid there clutching my genitals, Damijana kicked me in the face. They then walked out the room laughing. I heard Sally say, “Fucking faggot!”

Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t lay there too long. Get up, go wash yourself, get dressed and come to my office.”

I didn’t move. I just laid there bleeding. “GET UP! You’re not in the box starving to death are you? I realize that was a very painful and frightening experience for you. It was necessary for the sake of your development and it was necessary to keep peace in this house. Clarence, right now I love you just as much, if not more, than I loved you before. And I really do love you Clarence. You have proven yourself to me on many occasions. If you really were just a piss-drinking, groveling parasite; you never would have felt what it’s like to be inside me, you never would have felt what it’s like to be loved by me and you definitely wouldn’t be alive. You haven’t suffered anything that is even remotely close to the pain I’ve endured, and that’s not counting the night I was crippled. Now you, Clarence, get your ass up and go clean up.”

Slowly and with excruciating pain, I rolled on my stomach, pushed myself up to my knees and rose to my feet. The pain of standing was as intense as the pain I felt when Lavinia burnt me with the iron. I took a long, deep breath. Lavinia’s voice said, “Very good Clarence. I’m proud of you.”

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