The Deadly Charm

Part 48 : The Dark Spell in the Shadows (Part 3)

The Seven-Day Ritual of Enchantment

Deep within the Cambodian jungle, a mysterious wooden hut stood cloaked in darkness. It was here that Master Yongsan—a striking young shaman well-versed in the dark arts—prepared for a ritual shrouded in dread. This ritual, woven with deathly power and chilling mystery, would bind Ekkawat in an unbreakable spell of obsession for Chanya.

Day One: The Summoning of Spirits

On the first night, Yongsan transformed the hut into a sacred space. He lit black candles around a circle drawn with soil collected from seven graveyards. Chanting in an ancient Khmer tongue, he called forth spirits of desire to possess a clay effigy molded in Chanya's likeness. The flickering candlelight responded, as if swaying to the unseen force rising. Slowly, the spirit began to seep into the effigy, and a dark passion started to form.

Day Two: Brewing the Spirit Oil

On the second night, Yongsan began crafting the spirit oil—the core of the ritual. He poured oil distilled from the soul of a woman who died with child into a bronze cauldron. Mixed with graveyard soil and powdered bone, the potion boiled over sacred wood. With each chant, the oil thickened into an obsidian-black liquid, its pungent scent flooding the room—ready to be used in the enchantment rite.

Day Three: The Anointing of Desire

Chanya sat at the center of a circle drawn in animal blood. Yongsan anointed her with the spirit oil—forehead, shoulders, arms, torso, and toes. As the oil sank into her skin, he whispered incantations to bind the spell to her very being. Cold seeped through her flesh, but so too did a surging warmth—the spark of a seduction too potent to resist.

Day Four: The Golden Needles

That night, Yongsan revealed golden needles etched with ancient runes, forged from enchanted human bone. He pierced her body at key points to awaken the energies of desire. Each prick sent a rush through Chanya, her body responding with mounting heat and magnetism, as though her very aura pulled at everything around her.

Day Five: The Binding of Souls

Yongsan combined strands of hair from Chanya and Ekkawat with soil from the seven graveyards. In a small pot, he melded them under powerful chants. When the mixture became one, he pressed it onto the clay figures of Chanya and Ekkawat, fusing their souls together—inseparable, eternally intertwined.

Day Six: The Thread of Devotion

That night, a red consecrated thread was wrapped tightly around the effigies. Yongsan instructed Chanya to hold its end and chant with him. Each word carried deep power. The thread pulsed with energy—love, obsession, binding. Yongsan declared that from now on, Ekkawat would never escape thoughts of her.

And each night, following the rituals...

He led Chanya into a room bathed in darkness, lit only by a single flickering candle. There, the spirit oil—charged with relentless energy—awaited. As Yongsan opened the bottle, its scent filled the air. Chanya watched, her body aching with anticipation, addicted to the pleasure only he could give.

He dipped his fingers into the thick oil and began to stroke it across her skin—neck to shoulder, slow and deliberate. Each touch sparked like lightning through her veins. The warmth, the thrill—it consumed her. She trembled under his hands, heat rising until it was unbearable.

When the anointing ended, Yongsan drew close, eyes searching deep into hers. In silence, the air between them thickened with tension. Then his lips crashed against hers, a kiss that devoured and demanded. Her body responded in kind—helpless, wild, overcome.

They came together with no space left between them. His hands roamed every inch of her, fiery and fierce. Chanya surrendered fully, lost in the passion he gave so freely... and yet so coldly.

For night after night, she drowned in ecstasy—unable to resist, unable to stop. But while she burned with longing, Yongsan remained detached. His gaze was hollow, devoid of affection. She was his vessel, nothing more—a tool for his darkest cravings.