Eric Northman, vampire Sheriff of Area 5 is ordered by the Queen of Louisiana to investigate accusations about a Coven of Necromancers in his area. Witches who control the dead are very dangerous to vampires. He soon discovers his long-lost love is...
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Hurt, everything hurt as the cold surface she was laying on seemed to pierce into her skin. Sookie jerked awake from the cold trying to move but met the firm restraints on her hands and feet keeping her spread and her naked body on display. Growling she fought against the restraints trying to get free but to no avail. She laid for what seemed to be hours when finally, a door slid open and a figure stepped in the room.
She can barely breathe, the tape on my mouth is suffocating her. Blood still trickling from a wound. The room is so hot, sweat is gleaming from his forehead and pouring from hers.
Strikes of lightning light up the dark and musty reminiscence of what used to be a bedroom. Sounds of thunder echoes through her ears, taunting each and every thought. She prayed. She prays for all this to stop. But she is alone. Alone in the omniscient, vortex of evil. Her head feels beaten; her eyes are swollen from the flood of tears stringing her face. Her lips are sown, her lungs are full of poisonous oxygen that can't escape. She feels powerless, the adrenaline rush must've stopped. She feels lost. The musky smell of rotten blood attacks her sense of smell. She tries to close her eyes and concentrate on something beautiful, pure, holy, a distraction from anything but this moment.
But the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled her nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if touched. Mold ate away at the walls and flooring, and cobwebs laced the bordered-up windows and portraits of self-righteous people who once lived in the house. Nothing of interest was in the room, only dimly lit candles and trunks of old, moth-eaten clothes. she felt as if someone, or something, was watching her, waiting to drag her into the shadows.
An even more foul stench invaded her nostrils, so she looked around to see where the smell was coming from and nearly vomited at the sight, it was Arlene, a bit of flesh from her face that fell onto the floor was there being eaten by a handful of rats. Alene's mangled, bloody, and the disfigured body lay lifeless on the opposing table. Her eyes open in its an eternal gaze.
Struggling against the restraints again this time looking at them a bit closer they were three inches wide and made of leather, the kind that wasn't supposed to hurt. Interrupted by her thoughts Sookie looked up when she heard a door opening relieved when she saw a familiar face.
"Glad to see you are finally awake." The cheery voice said."I need to get rid of her, she's starting to stink." He said turning his nose up at Arlene's corpse.
And then she realized, he was not there to help her, he was the one who did this, all of this. She instantly became enraged, terrified, "What do you want? Why are you doing this? Why did you kill Arlene?" she asked in a panic struggling against her restraints.
"Well first off we need you to suffer, it's the only way to be anointed, I am doing this because it's fun. She's doing it because that lesbo Sarah and the Negress have no right being a High Priestess, my sister has been overlooked for too long. By the way, she should be along shortly." He said casually walking around her.
"I want to go home." she cried. But she knows she can't. She can never escape. She's seen too much.
"Soon home will be the last thing on your mind. Soon, you'll be wishing for death." He's sexually aroused, her fear, her pain is the cause. The more he hurts her, the more she fights, heightens his lust and rage.
"If you hurt me my brother will kill you." she threatened him, pulling harder at the restraints. "And why the hell am I naked?!" she screamed narrowing her eyes at him.
"Oh, you will find out very soon," he said pulling down his pants, his cock sprung out of his boxers.
"Help me!" Sookie called out as the other familiar face entered the room and walked over with a glazed over look in her eyes. "Help me get out!" she ordered but to her dismay, she didn't do anything instead she looked at her confused like she didn't understand what she was saying. She watched as he reached out and touched her hip before she started to grope her all over. "Please stop! This isn't you!" she begged as she continued to grope. Climbing on the table next to her the man started to look over her and seemingly examine her before reaching down and rubbing between her legs. "NO please no!" she begged to try to get a response out of him but he only looked at her with his glazed-over eyes.
"Oh yes!"He sat up and moved so he was on top of her, his erection pressed between them as he started to place little love bites all over her neck and shoulders before he kissed her on the lips. She had started to cry, letting him violate her body knowing there would be no way for her to stop him.
The woman began to chant while holding a The Sacrificial Knife, or the Sacrificial Orb, used for the Blood Altar ritual. The Sacrificial Knife is used to take a gift from the witch and transfer it to the owner of the knife. Fear and pain and death are demanded.
She pressed the serrated dagger to her own hand and screamed in pain as she slit her palm. "Qhubris I offer this charm to you!" she screamed.
Sookie screamed as the woman grabbed her restrained hand and stabbed her with the dagger. The metal felt like fire ripping the flesh, tendons, nerves, and bone. Her blood spurted out and the woman took her hand fusing the blood with her own.
"AHHHHH," Sookie cried out.
"I need more!" The man snapped his head up looking directly at Sookie with his glazed over eyes which seemed to be even more cloudy than before.
Sookie let out a gut-wrenching scream again as the knife met flesh, and made a squishing sound as the tip of the blade sank deep. She twisted the blade, all the while sinking it deeper and deeper. Her skin was torn to shreds as the knife rotated, the sound of her muscles and nerves being gouged growing louder. This spurred both the attackers.
"Qhubris, take this charmed one unto thee!"The woman took the flowing blood and spread it like lotion all over her face, neck, and chest as she chanted the spell over and over.
"Qhubris, take this charmed one unto thee!"
"Oh, that's it!" The man started to shake holding her looking at her as she screamed in pain and started to cry again trying to get him to stop. "Please don't do this to me." she sobbed as he moved his dick to her entrance and started to press in slowly.
"Stop! Please!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as the man bottomed out and started slowly thrusting. Her tears had started to make a puddle around her head as she begged him to stop her voice getting hoarse from all the screaming. As he continued to thrust his thrusts became stronger and faster causing a knot to form in his gut. Her screams prompting the man to go faster. He let out a wicked laugh as he began to orgasm.
"YEAAAAHHHH," He gasped out at the overstimulation before he twitched inside of her and pumped hot cum into her. She could feel everything, his pulsating cock released with pleasure as he filled her womb with his ejaculation.
After coming down from the pleasure he shook and removed himself from her. Without a word, he walked out of the room. The woman stood over Sookie, placing a gentle hand on her head, stroking her blonde locks. Sookie whimpered helplessly.
"You were great, your power feels so good inside of me! The woman said, her eyes held no humanity. "The spirit wants you, all of you." She said with a laugh. Then, without warning, she stabbed Sookie in the chest with the dagger, she jerked it all the way out and back into her chest again, until the shiny metal had disappeared inside her and the black handle was pushing against her broken skin. The woman laughed as her cry was a brilliant sound, guttural chokes mixed with an agonized roar. She smirked and pulled the blade out of the now deathly pale victim. Sookie, convulsing and trembling like a rabid animal, and thick blood flowing freely from the gaping hole in her chest. The cascade of the girl's life source gushed out in all directions, scarlet liquid squirting up all over the woman and she chanted, she was elated. "One more, one more and I'll be able to take my place as Supreme!"
She turned away and made her way out of the room. "Get down here and get the smelly one out of here, we need room for that bitch Holly." The sweet tang of blood-tingling in her nostrils, she licked her lips with bliss.
