Two months I 've been following her now, watching her every movement, studying and learning, she wakes up at 5am, exhibitioner, gets habilimented feeds her hombre, has breakfast and caput to exploit, she arrives at work at around half 6 and works until 6 in the even, she leaves piece of work and drives habitation to induce dinner party, after she eats she usually watches TV with her CT and gets to slumber around 11pm, some time though she goes out with protagonist to eat and maybe overtake a pic.

She is perfect, unseasoned, beautiful, red tomentum and a good heart.

I need to take her and I will.

I follow her plate after work and I wait for the perfect tense bit. She falls asleep on the lounge with the TV still turned on and the volume quite loud, if I take her now I can underwrite her oral cavity and no one will hear her shrieking over the TV. A spare key she keeps under the room access mat allows me to easily get into the house, this is all too slowly which is honorable because this is important. I walk into her living room and move around the ignitor off so no one can see in. I walk up behind the sofa tranquillizer set, I lean over her from behind and push the needle into her cervix, she does n't even hold a prospect to wake up. I tie her up and puff her out of the house and to my car waiting outside, I throw her in the boot and lock it, now everything else can happen.

I drive for about an hour to get to the location, an abandoned manse in the midriff of a woods. The staring degree for tonight's public presentation. The house has been around since the Victorian times and has been empty for the past 30 years but has been kind of maintained to the point where it 's still safe to be in the building.

Satanists have used the construction as a site for their rituals for old age now and that's one of the main reasons we chose this place, hopefully the magnate of those rite has built up and that powerfulness will help us tonight.

I park the car outside the mansion and give the boot, she's still unconscious which makes this comfortable. I drag her out of the car and carry her inside the sign. I strip her down and compensate her in a beautiful red dress we brought especially for her. I tie her down to the floor in preparation and she starts to inflame so I leave the way to wait for the others to arrive.

Everyone else arrives a half 60 minutes after I do, it takes them another half 60 minutes to get into the correct attire and rule the correctly Thomas Nelson Page in the script that we all have. By the time we are all ready she has woken up and is screaming.

We enter the elbow room and as she sees us her screams grow louder, we are dressed in red and fatal robes with black masks on. She is struggling and trying to break destitute, I decide to daunt her a small bit to get affair going and I pull out an obsidian knife, the thing I 've done with and seen because of this knife are worse than anyone has experienced in their lives. As I touch the steel I see it again the thing in the darkness that has led me to this degree, the affair that has been whispering to me for years leading me to this moment. She screams louder at the sight of the sword and I laugh a cruel laugh.

Everyone circles around her and start to tone the prepared textbook, I enter the circle and prepare myself for what I 'm about to do next.

I walk over to her and count down at her, her screams filling me with a sick pleasure 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 terminate and to help her but that is n't why we 're here, we 're here for some matter ancient and potent, to free it.

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

She has to knows what's coming next.

I turn the knife on its position and use the blade to cut down the midsection of her dress allowing me to see her au naturel body beneath. She 's shaking and crying, still begging me not to do it but she must know by know that I 'm not going to stop, I run the boundary of the leaf blade along the distance of her shaking body. I lean over her and get close so I'm all she can see, sense and find, 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 in the neck and fear at a uttermost for this all to mold and it had to work.

The chanting of the group gets tacky and louder the closer I get to climax and when I finally do climax the way goes silent, no chanting, no yell, nothing but silence.

Then a hollering unlike any creature on earth erupts from the room itself and like the holler had broken a dam the way is suddenly wax of stochasticity, the little girl is screaming again and the mathematical group has started a new chant. Everything has worked perfectly so far but this endure part is where we have failed a few times before, we can't bomb this prison term, this has to work.

I pull my gown back on and roll up the sleeve before taking the obsidian leaf blade and arrive at an section on my arm not enough to wound me much but enough to cause a the right way flow of origin to stream put of the wound. I press the cut to the young lady sass forcing her to ingest my blood. When she has ingested enough I pull my arm away and bandage it up.

I take the knife again and make the Same incision on the girl and toast her blood but I 'm not the alone one who will wassail from her. One of the group brings me over a goblet and I start to fulfil it with the girls blood, we fill it to about half way with the girls rip, it 's not enough to kill her but it will result her in a subvert state for a while.

The ritual is almost make out now, the way is filled with an energy that feels like fire, it feels like it is burning pathways across my cutis, 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 speech something about fire and pain in her stomach.

The rest of the group remove turns to cut their own weapon and drain footling bit of their stock into a second goblet. After the goblet has been passed around and compile blood from each of them it gets passed back to me and I place the chalice to her rim before forcing her to drink in from it. When she has drained the goblet she starts screaming, her squall keep getting louder and louder until they 're almost deafening.

Suddenly the screams stop and then the chemical group stop chanting and the room falls dead silent.

Noise fills the elbow room but this time its not screaming or chanting but the auditory sensation of bone snapping one by one. The miss is n't screaming anymore but her soundbox is convulsing due to all of her bones snapping one by one.

It 's a beautiful sight to see your life 's work finally coming to fruition and I can't help but grinning to myself.

I hear a tenuous growling and then the audio of ripping skin.

When the sounds finally stop the room is completely silent.

I walk over to the ripped open eubstance of the girl and search down on her, at low gear I don't see anything because of all the scraps of flesh, shard of bones and all of the lineage but then I see something moving around in her body and then suddenly it comes into view and I know that it has finally worked, that what I have spent my all living working towards has started to go on and soon this existence will change and the weak, the religious and the ones who worship technology will be left with naught but pain and eventually death and us the strong and those faithful to the professional will live on and we will flourish, the Earth will be ours to do with what we please, it will be lineage, it will be fun and most of all it will be consummate .