Two months I 've been following her now, watching her every relocation, studying and erudition, she wakes up at 5am, exhibitioner, gets dressed feed her hombre, has breakfast and heads to act, she arrives at work at around half 6 and works until 6 in the evening, she leaves work and drives home to stimulate dinner, after she eats she usually watches TV with her cat-o'-nine-tails and gets to sleep around 11pm, some times though she goes out with Quaker to eat and maybe catch a pic.

She is perfect, vernal, beautiful, red pilus and a good affection.

I need to hire her and I will.

I follow her nursing home after work and I wait for the perfect moment. She falls asleep on the sofa with the TV still turned on and the volume quite flash, if I take her now I can cover her rima oris and no one will try her screams over the TV. A spare key she keeps under the doorway mat allows me to easily get into the house, this is all too well-situated which is skillful because this is important. I walk into her keep way and turn the lights off so no one can see in. I walk up behind the sofa tranquillizer gear up, I lean over her from ass and push the needle into her neck, she does n't even sustain a chance to wake up. I tie her up and drag her out of the firm 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 60 minutes to get to the location, an abandoned mansion in the middle of a forest. The perfect tense stage for tonight's performance. The house has been around since the Victorian time and has been empty for the past 30 age but has been sort 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 ritual for old age now and that's one of the main reasonableness we chose this place, hopefully the power of those rituals has built up and that might will help us tonight.

I park the car outside the mansion and open the kicking, she's still unconscious mind which makes this well-situated. I drag her out of the car and carry her inside the planetary house. I strip her down and redress her in a beautiful red wearing apparel we brought especially for her. I tie her down to the floor in cookery 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 objurgate attire and retrieve the correctly pages in the script that we all have. By the sentence we are all fix 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 black robes with black masque on. She is struggling and trying to die dislodge, I decide to fright her a little bit to get things 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 leaf blade I see it again the affair in the iniquity that has led me to this point, the thing that has been whispering to me for old age leading me to this moment. She screams louder at the sight of the blade and I laugh a cruel laugh.

Everyone circles around her and start to intonate the get up text, I enter the lot 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 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 breathing time for me to break and to assist her but that is n't why we 're here, we 're here for some affair ancient and muscular, to free it.

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

She has to knows what's coming next.

I turn the knife on its side and use the leaf blade to cut down the middle of her dress allowing me to see her naked body beneath. She 's shaking and crying, still begging me not to do it but she must do it by know that I 'm not going to discontinue, I run the border of the leaf blade along the length of her palpitation trunk. I lean over her and get close so I'm all she can see, smell and feel, dominating her every sense.

I calmly whisper 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 annoyance and reverence at a uttermost for this all to function and it had to work.

The chanting of the radical gets louder and louder the finisher I get to climax and when I finally do climax the room goes soundless, no chanting, no crying, nothing but silence.

Then a hollering unlike any creature on land erupts from the room itself and like the roar had broken a dam the room is suddenly full of noise, the fille is screaming again and the radical has started a new chant. Everything has worked perfectly so far but this end part is where we have failed a few meter before, we can't conk out this metre, this has to work.

I pull my robes back on and wander up the arm before taking the obsidian leaf blade and nominate an incision on my arm not enough to hurt me a great deal but decent to cause a decent flow of bloodline to pelt put of the wound. I press the cut to the girls mouth forcing her to take my ancestry. When she has ingested enough I pull my arm away and bandage it up.

I take the tongue again and make the Same prick on the little girl and drink her stemma but I 'm not the only when one who will drink from her. One of the group brings me over a goblet and I start to replete it with the girls line of descent, we fill it to about half way with the girls blood line, it 's not enough to kill her but it will leave her in a counteract state for a while.

The rite is almost complete now, the room is filled with an Department of Energy that feels like flak, it feels like it is burning pathway across my hide, this has n't happened before and I hope that this mean that the rite is working. The girlfriend is screaming again but she 's screaming out words something about flack and pain in the ass in her stomach.

The rest of the chemical group take play to cut their own blazon and drain picayune bit of their blood into a second goblet. After the chalice has been passed around and collect blood line from each of them it gets passed back to me and I place the chalice to her lips before forcing her to tope from it. When she has drained the goblet she starts screaming, her scream keep getting louder and louder until they 're almost deafening.

Suddenly the shrieking stop and then the chemical group stop intonation and the elbow room falls dead silent.

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

It 's a beautiful sight to see your biography 's work finally coming to realization and I can't help but smile to myself.

I hear a slight growl and then the sound of ripping skin.

When the sounds finally block up the room is completely tacit.

I walk over to the ripped open body of the young woman and look down on her, at firstly I don't see anything because of all the scraps of flesh, shard of bones and all of the blood but then I see something moving around in her consistence and then suddenly it comes into view 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 worldly concern will change and the weak, the spiritual and the ones who worship applied science will be left with nothing but pain and eventually demise and us the unassailable and those congregation to the master will survive and we will thrive, the world will be ours to do with what we please, it will be stemma, it will be fun and to the highest degree of all it will be unadulterated .