by Anna Collins
The clock displayed the time of 2:55 and the devil appeared immediately in his full flesh. By now Rebecca was urging me to go back, but my feet refused to move. I wanted to see what happened next, maybe there was a slight hope in my heart that the devil might not kill the girl.
She ran to him and tried to utter some words but was stopped by him. He put a finger on her lips, shushing her and with his other hand, he signaled her to wait. Suddenly out of nowhere a gust of wind came and hit her, making her shiver which was closely followed by an excursing pain. She screamed with pain. Her cry of pain echoed through the forest, finally breaking the invincible silence and then the most horrified scene took place.
Her skin looked like it was moving up and down side by side, actually, the blood in her veins had started boiling; forming bubbles and soon her veins thickened up and it burst open spilling blood from every direction but before the blood could touch the ground it disappeared into thin air.
After the blast, she fell on the ground. Her whole body was covered with red-brown long lines and open wounds; it was a heart-wrenching scene. Then the devil came to her and picked her up by the waist or at least whatever was left of it anyway, and put his lips on her which looked like a kiss but in reality he did not press his lips on her, he started sucking on it.
Something started moving from the pit of her heart, causing her more unbearable pain, she struggled to get out of his grip with the little energy that was left in her. Then she stopped trying, maybe because her body went completely numb. The black of her eyes which was the only unaffected area after the vein blast also turned totally white.
A white colored smoke went from her mouth to his, it was her energy, her soul. The very soul she was created with. Done with engulfing her whole life source, he threw her body away like thrash and her lifeless body fell pitifully on the ground. He took a few steps back and started uncovering, it was the moment when his horrific real face came out. The face was so ugly and haunting that it could make anyone cry and traumatize for life. On seeing his face, I could no longer hold back, my body gave up and I passed out."
Chapter 46
Freya
"Wow! I never knew this kind of place existed in between this dense forest" I looked around, taking in the picturesque view of the greenery.
And the most amazing thing was the melody coming out from the waterfall. It was running streams of crystal clear water.
The bushes had every possible color of rose planted on them from blood red roses, to sky blue, to creamy white, every color was present there.
In between the curtain of the trees and flowers there existed a wooden stage, made entirely with rosewood and was beautifully decorated by a contrast of red and black flowers. There was also few strands of little white flower hanging on the green strands at the very end of the wooden stage.
It was a moonless night but then also the place was perfectly white. I meant that there was not even a single shadow of darkness. I began wondering where was the source of the light?
"Like it?" Mrs. Hudson's voice startled me.
"Um...yes, all this is very beautiful. But what's with the decorations? Is there a ceremony or something like that?" I asked in confusion.
Mrs. Hudson pursed her lips for a secret smile "you will know it soon. For now, I need you to get rid of these clothes and wear something which defines more of an elegance" she instructed, giving a look of disapproval to my dress.
My brow creased "we are just sitting for a prayer. What is the need to dress up?"
The only answer I got was an angry glare "do as I say, we need to perform this ritual with perfection. This is not a joke" she said.
Ooh! That was almost harsh. But I let her be, maybe she was a perfectionist.
"But I didn't bring any clothes with me" I bit my lip.
"I have got it covered. You groom yourself up there" she pointed to a cabin, which was almost a mile away from the waterfall.
I nodded and went there to change my dress.
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Though hard to guess from the outside view, it was a pretty and cozy room. It had a full-length dressing mirror and two cabinets which were filled with various kinds of cosmetics and jewelry. It seemed a bit weird at first. Ahh maybe this was Mrs. Hudson's place, she had formed her own world in this meadow, away from everyone.
On the bed, which was covered with satin bedsheet there lied a gorgeous red gown. The gown was flowery and resembled that of a ballroom gown. Without burning my brain cells I decided to wear it as it was getting very late and was almost time for the ritual to take place.
To my surprise, the gown fitted me perfectly. It was a bit tight on my bosom, but it only made me look sexier. It had red stone flowers all over the neck and hemline. Other than that it was a plain satin red gown. I didn't bother to pin up my hair, it stayed messily over my back.
" I'm late. I must go out now. God! Please help us, please send Robert back to me, totally safe and sound" I folded my hands for a silent prayer.
***
Freya walked up to Rebecca, wearing that red gown. Looking more beautiful than Rebecca had expected. Rebecca's lips curled into a devilish smirk "Master will be so pleased with me. Finally, I will get what I had always wanted" she whispered to herself.
"It's almost midnight. Master can come anytime. I must try to cast the spell of hypnotism over her. On a moonless night, her shield will no longer work" She continued to blabber as she stood near Freya.
Freya was about to say something when Rebecca closed her eyes and blew a gust of air from her mouth into Freya’s right ear. Freya shook then went stiff as if she had transformed into a wax statue. She was not even blinking her eyes.
"My spell worked perfectly. You are so in trouble my little Freya" Rebecca laughed like a winner.
Chapter 47
Robert
We kept walking restlessly through the dark dense forest. The only source of light were the flashes coming out of our cell phones. "I think we are there, it seems exactly like the place that you had described" I announced.
Rick sighed "Yes, I can also see some rays of light coming out from behind those bushes."
"Boys.It's twelve past five" Joe said with a straight face.
I hit my head "damn! We are late" I cursed under my breath and ran to the direction of the light. Rick and Joe were following me.
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The sight almost paralyzed me. In the middle of several bushes, there was a loft of fire. It was burning continuously, casting it's light on the face of that woman who gave me life. The woman who was everything to me. I sighed, taking in her sight. But what was she doing and where was Freya?
"Robert, look here. Sis is sitting on the stage, but why is she looking so pale and lifeless" Rick pointed and was about to go to Freya when Joe stopped him "don't ruin it with your foolishness! Freya is in a state of hypnotism; she will not react to anything."
He continued "Robert go ahead and hold Rebecca. She is meditating, she is completely powerless for one minute."
"But what will I do now?" I asked, feeling clueless. "I can't kill her and one minute will not be enough for us to save Freya" I added with a bit of hesitation.
"I know something, I was reading a book on black art. There I saw that witches become powerless if one cuts down the lock of their hair" Rick jumped.
"Let's try that then," I said, completely blinded by the need of the situation.
"Here, take this nail cutter. It also has a small knife in it. You can cut the hair using this" Rick suggested.
A part of me was shouting that this was the lamest possible step but I had no other choice.
Joe did not say anything so taking his silence as his approval I ran there.
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She was still murmuring something in a language similar to that of Romanian or Spanish. For a moment I so wished to drop everything and hug her. I wanted to cry and tell her how much I had missed her over these years. But I couldn't do it. As Joe said, she was not my mother anymore, she was a
n obedient follower of the devil.
I shook my head "you can do this Robert" I said to myself and gripped a lock of her hair in my palms. I had just put the knife on it when she turned to me and for a moment I was taken back by her welcoming eyes, it showed nothing except love, care, and tears of happiness.
"Robert, my son" she uttered.
Robert, don't let her fool you, my alter ego warned me. That's when I closed my eyes and cut down a generous amount of her hair.
She growled like a monster and black scars started to appear all over her beautiful face.
I stood frozen, trying to comprehend what was going on in front of me.
Just then Joe appeared out of nowhere and pushed her into the huge loft of fire. She screamed and cried for help and then vanished in the thin air.
Joe laughed like a winner "it's done Rebecca, now you are just a history. You shouldn't have treated me like that" he uttered.
I was breathing heavily. My mom had just died and again I was the reason behind it, but why was I not feeling guilty about it?
"Robert look! Sis has opened her eyes" Rick yelled. Freya was lying on his lap. I quickly rushed to them.
Chapter 48
Freya
The smokes of white fog began to disappear and his handsome face came into my view. His beautiful sculpted face and that cubic jawline which was no longer clean shaven but filled with several black specks of the dust of stubble. His red lips were chanting my name as I lied in his arms, the safest place in this whole world.
His intoxicating, yet smooth gaze was nurturing my features making me wonder what if he was really mine and if he was mine then what good I ever did to achieve him?
I kept looking into his blue eyes, God! I hadn't seen him for so long. Wait...was it really him? Or was I dreaming? I blinked my eyes to make sure.
But he stayed right where he was, and I was still lying in his arms. "Freya! Can you hear me?"
"O-M-G! Robert, is it you?" I sat up and touched him to make sure if he was for real.
He smiled and held my face in the palm of his hands "yes sweetheart it's me. I am right here" he said in his loving tone.
I smiled as tears of happiness filled my eyes "Robert" I took his name and buried my face in his chest, weeping loudly "why did you leave me alone? do you know how much I cried for you?"
He gently removed myself from his arms and made me look into his eyes. "Shhh," he uttered as he gently kissed away my tears and I closed my eyes to feel the warmth of his soft lips.
When I opened my eyes and saw Joe Hudson and Rick, standing right behind Robert, I became self-conscious and pushed him away.
Robert eyed me with a confused look and I pointed at Rick and Joe Hudson with the corner of my eye. He shook his head and smiled mischievously.
"Sis, are you all right," Rick asked with concern as he sat right beside Robert.
I nodded and smiled.
"Yes, she is fine. The spell that Rebecca cast on her, broke with her death. We are safe now" Joe reassured.
"What spell? what is he talking about?" I asked holding my head.
"I will tell you everything on the way. But for now, let's get out of this ominous place" Robbert suggested.
I was still confused.
Then he carried me in his arms and took me to the car. Aww! How much I missed him.
On the way to home. They told me the whole dramatic story.
I was so angry on that Rebecca if she wasn't dead already then I swore I had full plans to go and grab her by the neck. How dare she torture my Robert like that?
But everything seemed to have sorted out. We were safe and that was the most important thing.
While Robert drove, I leaned on his shoulder and kissed his chest. I could feel him smiling when he kissed me on top of my head. It felt so right, so perfect, almost like heaven.
Robert
She was totally relaxed in my embrace, moaning softly and enjoying the attention. She turned her head and met my lips with hers.
This kiss was different. Not coerced, this one was genuine, unhurried and passionate, as her tongue quickly pressed into my mouth to introduce itself. She was delicious and turned in my arms as much as she could while keeping my hand firmly in place on her breast. Her hand caressed the side of my face.
"I think we'd better take this inside," she breathed between kisses.
At her behest, we headed back. It took several minutes for us to make it back, largely because we kept pausing to embrace again every few steps. I became more intimately familiar with the curves of her backside, so firm, muscular, and sexy. Her kisses were sweet and grew more expressive with each cycle.
We did finally find our way to the elevator doors. Once they opened, we stepped in.
The doors closed, and her arms reached around my neck again. This kiss was necessarily brief, as the ride was short. Moments later we were at the door of my room, and she wasted no time opening the portal for us, pulling me in behind her.
"Truly alone at last," I laughed, and scooped her up. She giggled like a schoolgirl as I carried her to the bed, placing her gently on her back before laying atop her.
Now, I kissed her hard. I was, shall we say, eager. So was she, and she soon had found her way on top of me. The snug fit of her dress made straddling me difficult.
"Damn dress!" she giggled, rolling off the bed. She reached behind her neck, intent on removing it.
"Wait!" I gasped, standing quickly. "Please, let me. I'd really like to do it."
Freya gave me a sultry look, then stepped back.
"If you're going to do it," she smiled, turning to move to her luggage, "then you might as well get the whole package."
"Um, yeah. I think you may be onto something there," I nodded, drooling. She struck a pose, hand on hip, and leveled a smoldering gaze at me.
"Well? Undress me, and not just with your eyes," she purred. "In that respect, I've been naked for two days now."
I guess I wasn't quite as subtle as I thought with my longing glances.
"Oh, you, um, you saw that, huh?" I asked.
"Yes, I saw that, huh," she smiled, stepping into my arms. "It was actually kind of nice, watching you try so hard not to be obvious, yet unable to stop yourself. It's quite flattering."
"How about this?" I laughed, grabbing her ass firmly. "Is this flattering?"
"In a way," she giggled. "It's more arousing than flattering. Are you going to undress me, or not?" she asked.
"What's your hurry?" I replied. "Got a hot tee-time? I'll strip you when I'm ready." I kissed her again.
"Mmmmm. Promise to be as patient and unhurried once we actually are naked, and I think we'll get along fine," she whispered.
"Promise," I said softly, easing the zipper down her back. She turned in my grasp, holding her hair aside as I slid the zipper down further. I saw the back of her bra, and the top edge of her panties, both black to match each other and the dress.
With the back of her dress wide open, I ran my hands outward over her shoulders, pushing the scalloped straps off, and the dress forward. She caught the falling sheath in the crooks of her bent elbows, holding it up as she spun to face me, and took a step back.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yes. Please," I whispered.
Freya straightened her arms, allowing the dress to slip silently down, and land on the floor around her heels.
I had not been fortunate enough to see her in her bikini, but there was something different about seeing her in this lingerie. More personal. More intimate.
Or maybe it was the shoes.
I whistled.
"God, Freya... You're incredible!" I smiled, caressing her skin.
"Thank you," she giggled. "Shall I take off the shoes now?"
"No!" I gasped, to be greeted with a teasing look. "Leave them on."
"I thought as much. What is it with guys and hooker heels?" she asked.
"Does it matter?" I growled, pulling her tight against me. "If it works, don't fix it... an
d believe me, it definitely works."
"I'll take your word for it," she smiled, returning my kiss. "Now, please continue."
"Absolutely," I replied, palming her shoulders to turn her around. I nuzzled her neck again and unhooked her bra.
