Blood Orgy Of The Psychedelic Witch

Chapter 11

Lily still felt shitty about what happened last night. She'd had sex once before and didn't enjoy it. There was no memory of liking it this time. But the fact that she did it so many times, as if possessed, was haunting her.

She second-guessed coming here, and why she chose to in the first place. She could've gone anywhere else for asylum. But no, Rose may give her something else, or so she initially thought.

Now Lily doubted everything. Rose's psychosis seemed . . . less than natural. Though who could be natural when you run a house this insane. Like before, she didn't feel safe. Would any place provide the solace she so desired?

Lily hadn't heard anyone moving around yet. It was already 2:27 in the afternoon. Her legs (surprisingly) worked after last night's events.

That must be it. Everyone's still dead from the ritual. She shuddered, thinking of what must have happened during her drug-induced state. It was her first time having any (what she assumed was) illicit substances.

Dressing quickly, she decided to go see if anything was happening . . . or do some exploring.

She peered out into the hall. From what could be seen, no one was around. Lily knew most of the rooms around her were probably empty bedrooms. Except for one—the torture dungeon.

Slinking over to the door, she pressed her ear against it and listened. Nothing could be heard from within.

Morbid curiosity got the best of her. She opened the door and stepped in. Upon arriving at the house, she had a brief glimpse of the place—but wanted more. Now was the perfect opportunity to explore it.

Upon entering, she finally realized how deranged Rose was. Rooted to the spot, Lily let her eyes wander over the wanton wonderland in awe.

Illuminated by red-tinted lights were items like a wire-coiled dildo, whips wrapped in barbed wire, spike-laden clamps, and much more.

The implements of ecstasy-filled evil stunned her. She let her fingers dance over the instruments, getting a feel for how cold and menacing they were, all the while terrified of what intense pain could be inflicted. But moreso, what kind of person would be diabolical enough to use them.

It was eerie, foreboding. A sense of menace permeated the walls.

Lily found herself beside the bed. The mysterious fabric covering it beckoned to her. It was the smoothest sheet she'd ever felt, enough to make her think about using it on her own bed.

Then she glimpsed the shackles attached to each corner of the frame and stepped back.

Walking backwards to observe the room again, she brushed past a corner hidden by a black velvet curtain. It went unnoticed to her, until a pair of arms reached out and wrapped around her.

Lily was suddenly yanked backwards through a parting in the curtain by the unknown entity, whose warm breath could be felt on the back of her neck.

She shrieked and tried to fight the person, only to have a fist smash against the side of her head. The fiend then grabbed her left hand and yanked it upwards. Just as she realized what was happening, something metal was hooked to her thumb and screwed tight.

She swung out at the person with her right arm and was beaten twice. The pain clouded her consciousness, giving the perpetrator enough time to lift the free arm up and secure the thumb in another vice-like contraption.