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The air was evil.
James was knocked unconscious, so was Lady McNally.
When they awoke, they were on two black, Altar tables.
Red colored candles burned around them.
Rope was around their arms, legs, and feet.
And, as an Imp raised the whip in its right, clawed hands, it brought it down on James's back. Hard. He screamed, as flesh ripped.
Then he undid Lady McNally's bodice and exposed her breasts.
And brought it down on her-hard!
And, as the blood flesh splattered and ripped, they fell into a black darkness, as the whip continued to come down on their legs, breasts, back, and feet.
"Shall I continue?" The Imp asked the Demon Ladies.
"Use the hot poker to stamp our mark on them" Lady Redforth said.
And it grabbed the fiery, hellish poker and put the words and branded the thief and woman. First, on James's back, then on Lady McNally's breasts.
And, once it was done, they were now the Servants of the Lady Demons-forever.
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SaTaN's BeLLS (Book One)
HorrorIn London, England, 1860, 22 year old James Maygrove, enters a demonic Manor where demons dwell looking for riches that he was told was there...but what he sees is beyond horror, as his sense of reality is fractured, as well as his sanity. The new h...
