I Survived The Witch [#1] ✓ [Follow Freelove to Read]

## Helen 01 A4CC17 01-01-09

Private chapter 20 after.  Plan on trying to finish this book up in the near feature.  As always the public chapters are not necessary for the scheme of the book, they add back story but you don't actually have to read them and if you don't you wont miss anything.

This next clip started with a fade from black into color.  The colors swirled in a circle before forming squares and triangles.  The shapes faded in and out before blurring into curves and bends.  These curves and bends shaped into the dim silhouette of a body, the body shrunk and expanded, compressed and decompressed before finally regulating with the general shade of a human.

This body then shrunk in certain areas and expanded in others.  Soon it had two defined bumps in the center of the chest and long curving legs.  Hair grew off the top of its head and finally the blur of colors turned into something recognizable, a woman.  The woman that slowly appeared had glossy black hair which ran right top to the top of her rear.

She was long and slanky.  Her stomach was flat and her legs stretched across the bottom half of the screen.  She had decent sized breasts and wore only a small piece of brown cloth to cover her nipples.  The only thing blocking me from seeing her core was her tightly closed legs, hiding the magical opening between them.

She flirted a smile with the camera and her teeth seemed to glitter.  “The female body,” a deep male voice resounded over the clip, “is not something to be taken lightly, rather it’s a perfected creation engineered over tens of thousands of years.”  The camera twisted around her showing her stern rear and her arching back so taught her spine seemed to protrude from the skin.  “This body is art, perfection at its finest and we as human beings have no right to tarnish it.” 

The camera spun back to her front as she lifted her hands up and rested them on her stomach, “This body produced all of us and without it none of us would exist.  It created you, her, and even me.  No one would exist without it.  It should be cherished; it should be renowned and respected.  We should love it and care for it; we should give this body the gratification it deserves for creating us.”

The camera moved down her legs and zoomed in between them, “This body is not something to violate, it’s not something to abuse.  It’s entire purpose is not to deposit your seed in it and leave it to rot.  Abuse is real, and it’s terrible.  This body is a flower to us all and it should be treated as such.  When you treat this body well, when you treat it with respect and honor it will fill your desires, it will give back to you.  It will open up and expose itself to you, willingly and excitedly.  All you have to do is be good to it.”

The video pulled back from her body as she slowly opens her legs, showing for the first time the thin slit between them.  The video zoomed in on that slit and her fingers appeared in the shot.  Her lightly colored beige nails nearly filled the screen with gloss before she slowly separated them pulling her skin apart with them. 

The flesh inside was a light pink and moist.  The camera focuses in on her interior until a thin membrane of partially clear skin was seen covering her entrance.  The video focuses on this membrane for several seconds before zooming out and simultaneously fading to black. 

The video flashes to white and letters appear on the screen.  Woman are Sacred: a short by Helen DeLanish. Filming and editing by Helen DeLanish, voiceover by Jeffery Yoke, graphics by Emily Tere. WMST 721: Feminism in Film.