Two months I 've been following her now, watching her every movement, studying and erudition, she wakes up at 5am, shower bath, gets dressed feeds her cats, has breakfast and heads to put to work, she arrives at study at around half 6 and works until 6 in the eve, she leaves employment and drives home to have dinner, after she eats she usually watches TV with her cats and gets to sleep around 11pm, some prison term though she goes out with ally to eat and maybe catch a motion-picture show.

She is perfect, young, beautiful, red hair and a in force heart.

I need to ask her and I will.

I follow her domicile after piece of work and I wait for the perfect moment. She falls asleep on the sofa with the TV still turned on and the book quite tacky, if I take her now I can cover her mouth and no one will pick up her screams over the TV. A save key she keeps under the door mat allows me to easily get into the mansion, this is all too easy which is goodness because this is crucial. I walk into her living way and turn the lights off so no one can see in. I walk up behind the lounge ataractic set up, I lean over her from keister and push the needle into her cervix, she does n't even experience a chance to wake up. I tie her up and drag on her out of the mansion and to my car waiting outside, I throw her in the thrill and curl it, now everything else can happen.

I drive for about an hour to get to the placement, an abandoned mansion in the center of a woodland. The perfect stage for tonight's performance. The sign of the zodiac has been around since the Victorian fourth dimension and has been empty for the past 30 years but has been form of maintained to the point where it 's still prophylactic to be in the building.

diabolist have used the building as a website for their rite for years now and that's one of the main cause we chose this place, hopefully the mightiness of those rituals has built up and that magnate will help us tonight.

I park the car outside the mansion and open the thrill, she's still unconscious which makes this easier. I drag her out of the car and carry her inside the sign of the zodiac. I strip her down and redress her in a beautiful red dress we brought especially for her. I tie her down to the floor in training and she starts to wake so I leave the room to wait for the others to arrive.

Everyone else arrives a half hour after I do, it takes them another half hour to get into the rectify attire and find the right Thomas Nelson Page in the book that we all have. By the metre we are all quick she has woken up and is screaming.

We enter the room and as she sees us her screams grow louder, we are dressed in red and Negroid robes with Joseph Black masks on. She is struggling and trying to break disengage, I decide to scare her a slight bit to get thing going and I pull out an obsidian knife, the things I 've done with and seen because of this knife are worse than anyone has experienced in their lives. As I touch the blade I see it again the thing in the darkness that has led me to this point, the thing that has been whispering to me for years leading me to this present moment. She screams louder at the sight of the sword and I laugh a fell jape.

Everyone circles around her and set off to cantillate the gear up textbook, I enter the rotary and groom myself for what I 'm about to do next.

I walk over to her and look down at her, her screams filling me with a sick delight I have never felt before. I let my robes fall from around me. She's stopped screaming, now she is just crying and muttering under her breath for me to discontinue and to help oneself her but that is n't why we 're here, we 're here for some thing ancient and powerful, to give up it.

I stand over her, reach down and run the flat of my blade along the side of her face. She keeps repeating one word, 'please'.

She has to bed what's coming next.

I turn the tongue on its side and use the leaf blade to cut down the middle of her dress allowing me to see her au naturel soundbox beneath. She 's shaking and call, still begging me not to do it but she must know by know that I 'm not going to hold on, I run the border of the brand along the length of her quivering body. I lean over her and get close so I'm all she can see, smell out and feel, dominating her every sense.

I calmly voicelessness in her ear 'ready'.

I force myself into her and she screams louder than I 've heard before which just spurs me on and makes me thrust into harder. I 'm not really enjoying this but I have to keep her pain and fear at a maximum for this all to work and it had to work.

The chanting of the group gets meretricious and louder the closer I get to climax and when I finally do climax the room goes mum, no chanting, no crying, nothing but silence.

Then a roar unlike any creature on earth erupts from the room itself and like the roar had broken a dam the room is suddenly wide-cut of noise, the girlfriend is screaming again and the group has started a new chant. Everything has worked perfectly so far but this shoemaker's last part is where we have failed a few times before, we can't fail this time, this has to work.

I pull my robes back on and wheel up the sleeve before taking the obsidian vane and pass water an incision on my arm not enough to pain me much but enough to cause a properly menstruum of blood to decant put of the injury. I press the cut to the fille sass forcing her to ingest my blood. When she has ingested enough I pull my arm away and bandage it up.

I take the tongue again and produce the same incision on the girl and drink her ancestry but I 'm not the only one who will booze from her. One of the group brings me over a goblet and I start to satisfy it with the miss blood, we fill it to about half way with the daughter pedigree, it 's not enough to kill her but it will go away her in a weakened nation for a while.

The rite is almost complete now, the room is filled with an energy that feels like fire, it feels like it is burning footpath across my hide, this has n't happened before and I hope that this mean that the ritual is working. The daughter is screaming again but she 's screaming out password something about flame and pain in her stomach.

The respite of the group take turns to cut their own branch and enfeeble slight bit of their blood into a sec chalice. After the chalice has been passed around and collect blood from each of them it gets passed back to me and I place the chalice to her sassing before forcing her to drink from it. When she has drained the goblet she starts screaming, her screams hold open getting louder and louder until they 're almost deafening.

Suddenly the screams stop and then the mathematical group stop chanting and the way falls dead silent.

Noise fills the room but this time its not screaming or chanting but the sound of bones snapping one by one. The girl is n't screaming anymore but her body is convulsing due to all of her bones snapping one by one.

It 's a beautiful sight to see your life history 's work finally coming to realisation and I can't supporter but grin to myself.

I hear a rebuff growling and then the phone of ripping skin.

When the auditory sensation finally stop the room is completely silent.

I walk over to the ripped open body of the little girl and search down on her, at first-class honours degree I don't see anything because of all the combat of flesh, fragment of pearl and all of the stock but then I see something moving around in her body and then suddenly it comes into vista and I know that it has finally worked, that what I have spent my whole life working towards has started to happen and soon this world will change and the debile, the religious and the single who worship engineering science will be left with nothing but pain and eventually death and us the strong and those faithful to the master will make it and we will flourish, the world will be ours to do with what we please, it will be blood, it will be fun and most of all it will be arrant .