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The night is late...It would not be long before dawn was upon her. So much to do and so little time. Red eyes glow brightly as she walks around the room lighting candles one by one. Pale skin glowed a golden honey color in the candle light. Turning around she grins maliciously at the site before her. Three figures all tied helplessly before her. Two on matching wood alters carved with satanic runes and hieroglyphics. The third tied to a rather ornate obsidian throne. All were gagged as well as blindfolded. All were unconscious as of yet, but that would soon change. Walking across the room to a large ebony podium she pulls out different items and tools. Herbs, a jeweled dagger, as well as many tools used for torture. Looking up into the full length mirror on the wall before her she smiles. Standing at five foot seven inches she was a vision in black lace. A corset cinched her waist pushing up her mass amounts of breast causing them to look even larger than before. A short black skirt fluttered around her thighs in lace tatters. Her ensemble resembled that of one who would be dancing as Odile in Swan Lake. Beautiful yet dangerous and vindictive. Walking across the room her heart hammers in her chest for the time had come.
Moments later the male starts stirring. Realizing he was tied down he starts mumbling into his gag. The female stands right behind him snickering right in his ear. She then stands running her nails over his neck before walking over to the twin alters. Reaching up she removes both blindfolds before walking back to the man. Reaching down she pulls off his blindfold making sure his first view was that of her cleavage. The male did exactly as she wanted and stared almost drooling. Standing back up she backs up a little bit still blocking his view of the alters. "Tonight Jacob we are going to play a game...I call it a game, because it will be fun for me...I doubt you will see my humor though." Looking around for her robes for the ceremony she remembers she left them upstairs. Realizing it was too late not to have the big reveal seeing as how he was awake she decided to go upstairs afterwards. That way he would have even longer to sit there and think about his crimes. Backing away the female watches his expression change as the alters come into view, and he is able to see who was tied to each one. "Jacob...I do believe you know these two women...Gizelle, and Julianna." She gestures to the two females. "I want you to sit there and think about why you all three could be here. Judging by the look on your face I'm sure you already know. I will be back shortly to discuss things further with you." With that said she turns and walks from the room briskly leaving him alone. As she makes her way down the hallway she hears him break down into sobs whimpering and sniveling like a child. Turning a bend she throws back her head letting loose one insanely maniacal laugh..
A few moments later the female returns garbed in a collection of black and red silk robes. She was a vision of evil, sex, and pain all wrapped in one. Standing between the altars she looks at Jacob. "I believe you know why I have brought you here, but in case of any confusion I will tell you why anyway. You see Jacob...I have been watching you very closely. I know when you eat, when you sleep, even when you take a shit. I know what you are going to do even before you do. These two women here have given you their hearts and souls, and you have done nothing but abuse them in every way possible. I am tired of you doing this Jacob so I am going to put an end to it. For the past six months you have split your time between these two women. Causing each to fall in love with you. To care for you. They would do anything for you, but yet you still wanted more. You came to me propositioning me trying to make me fall for you as well, but I knew about you Jacob. You should have listened that little voice that told you to stay away from me. Your male ego and your sexual appetite will be your undoing. Tonight you have a decision to make. Who lives and who dies...Gizelle or Julianna. She gestures to each female in turn. I will give you half an hour to talk to each of these lovely ladies, and make your decision." With that said the female walks to each of the women waving a hand over their faces.A shimmer of power erupts from her small hands, before the women come to looking groggy and confused. Rather quickly though, they realized that they were tied down, and not in a way they would like. The female turns and looks at Jacob one last time. "This is your chance to confess to these women what you have done, and why you are here. It is also your chance to save one of them. Choose wisely, because once you choose there is no going back." With that she left the room closing large stone doors. Standing in an outer room she takes a seat pulling out a large ornate goblet. Pulling back the sleeve of her robe she tilts her head back muttering in a deeper voice a chant in a language long dead. Rocking back and forth she continues the chant feeling her power building before it spread out around her cloaking her in a field of protection. Reaching down she picks up a small silver scalpal and lifts it. In one swift motion she slits her wrist allowing her blood to flow into the goblet. The whole time her voice never missed a beat. The power built and built, and she gasped and moaned. The feeling was exhilirating.
