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The Chamber
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“It’s what I’m feeling right now.” “Yes. But why?” “Because what you’re going to do to me is wrong.” “Ah, ah.” He tsked. Strolling around the table and dragging his hand along it as though it were the most perfectly formed thing in creation. “Let’s be honest, shall we?” He gave me a chiding look. “It’s not merely what I’m going to do to you.” His voice rose in a pleasant, friendly way. “It’s what you’ve invited me to do.” “Invited?” My voice rose on a shrill note. I massaged the bicep I gripped in an effort to soothe myself. Still standing naked and fighting the urge to fully cover myself. “I’ve invited nothing!” “Haven’t you?” He tilted his head thoughtfully as he rounded to stand next to me. Facing the table but nearly shoulder to shoulder with me as he peered sideways. “Wasn’t it you that followed a man into the woods, alone?” “I-I…” “Wasn’t it?” He demanded. “I did but-” “And did you not sit behind that bush and watch me unclothe and climb into that water. Did you not st
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Panic tore through me and I gave him a panicked look. Straining against leather straps which bound my neck, biceps, waist, thighs and ankles. There was nothing I could do. Nowhere I could go. I was completely at his mercy. “Don’t do this to me, Mathis.” He scoffed. “Where’s all that fire now?” “I can’t do this.” “It’s too late. You’re here. And you’re mine. And I’m going to draw what I need from you.” “What you need?” I was panting in terror. Making my breasts raise and drop. I was positioned horribly awkwardly. Tilted up so my weight was resting along my lower back against the backrest and my thighs which were parted and braced on the parted leg boards. I writhed trying to find a better position, but I was completely immobilized. Unable to find any leverage. “As I said…” He was using that dreadfully soothing voice again. Circling away from the lever and caressing a hand lovingly on my body as he followed the edge of the wood frame pinning me. “The man can only be what he is by
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Suddenly the clouds moved over the light above and it turned silvery in the hollow chamber again and I could see Mathis lowering slowly out of view. His gaze meeting mine as he crouched low to the stone floor. “What are you doing?” “Beginning to kill your spirit, Spitfire.” Suddenly I felt something long and hot enter the corridor of my body. It was wet and smooth and far too thin to be what he’d put in me before. I leaned up as much as I could but could see nothing. I felt the limb inside me curling upward and stretching me in different directions. Sifting through my soft folds to find the tender skin in every hollow. Lathing it until I felt my body tensing and my stomach straining against the buckle as my back tried to arch but could not. He adjusted his position and leaned up enough I could see that his eyes were now just dark hollows in his skull. Seeming empty of any eyeball. And a long thin tongue stretched from his mouth to disappear from view. A In me. I realized. Starin
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Soon I saw the dark filmy fingers of his energy creep into that corner and sap even the light from the mouse. Leaving him shriveled. The tiny animal exhaled a last wispy breath which frosted in the cold air as he died. When had it gotten so cold? Is that what I’ll be like when Mathis is done with me? Mathis’ head fell and he peered down at me through all that black hair. Clenching the rough wood on each side of my hips as if to hold the table even more steady wo he could ram into me. Battering my cervix with his hard length. He took me so roughly the leather creaked, and the wood of the table rattled with each violent thrust. I gritted my teeth, tucking my head against the pain as I felt like my body was being boiled while he stole my spirit from me. Everything ached and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without giving up. Finally, he tossed his head back. Black hair rolling down his back and roared an inhuman sound. Filling me with his cum and making the burning within m
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I was beyond relieved to be leaving that horrible place and couldn’t wait to hear Udora’s voice. To see her face. And to get her out of here. “Here.” Mathis moved his hands around behind me, and just suddenly he was putting a blanket over my shoulders. I didn’t know where it’d come from or where it’d been, but it was around me now. I cringed a little at the thought. We headed out of the chamber through the press of dangling bodies. I brushed close to one and noticed that there were black veins marring her skin and strange egg-shaped lumps under her flesh. All the women looked at me with pleading eyes. Their mouths moved but no words came out. And the heat…that incredible heat. It made it hard to breathe in here. The sense of suffering was so heavy that it was almost a dank feeling in the room. Grief, pain, mourning what they’d lost. I hadn’t felt it coming in but now it seemed like my senses were heightened. All I wanted was to get out of here with my friend. We came to just
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Veline smiled as if I’d caught her. Which I did. “Clever Dear, aren’t you?” It seems rather common sense to me. “Common sense isn’t that common, I fear.” She said dryly in answer to my unspoken comment. “But what is obvious is that you were in a state of hypnosis, able to be swayed by spirit and by your own energy. And all of that, led you here.” I frowned at her. “To this sacred place.” She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers which seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross. But I had. “What is this place?” “Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “is the correct question.” *** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.” “How can this place heal?” “Because every witch who’s
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