February 8th 2024

Somewhere in the woods in Columbus Georgia

 

Even in the still of the darkness evil deeds cannot hide…

 

Her plump, clammy feet felt glued to the cool forest floor of Flat Rock State Park in Columbus, Georgia. The dark thoughts consume her as she inhales. She lets out her miasma of malevolent desires, hate filled words corroded with vanity and selfishness. Tears roll down her cheeks, her bitterness grows. The forest absorbs her venom, its toxicity exceeding exhaling a warning through its gentle rustling. A voice whispers her name. The breeze touching her bare skin brings her attention to her vulnerability, yet she remains stubborn. A fool on her journey. Amidst a crescendoing wind, the ancestors speak, countless voices forming a cacophony to desist. Ghostly images materialize around her. She falls deaf to their fervent plea to prevent her decline into a sinister world. They tug at her, begging her to stop. She observes her wristwatch, the digital face glows, the sole decoration on her melanin-drenched skin. 

“It’s time.” She mouths the words while stepping into the center of a circle surrounding a pentacle. The toxic energy increases. The Woman’s striking shape she resembles a voluptuous hourglass, her dark brown hair held a wine-red broad strip, swept up into a bun. Sensual, full, red-stained lips pay homage to her lust-filled desires. Covetousness consumed her being. By looking down and lowering herself to her knees, she ensures she is at the direct center of the circle. Her energy is now one with the symbol.

Her hand rested on her stomach that quivered as she realized what she was about to do. “Is he worth it? No, I’m worth it?” The forest’s orchestra stops. Her trembling lips called upon gods of greed, lust, and dominance, begging for the power to take what she desired. “I am —“

“We know who you are.” A dark energy that speaks with the sound of multiple voices hovering over her. A black moth-invested dark cloak swirls around its ghostly figure. Beyond thin dry lips, she could discern large shiny black fangs as the hood concealed its face.

A chill travel down her spine. “Who-who are you?” Weakened by the being, she sat back on her feet. 

“We are the ones you have called for.” The menacing voice howls in tones unknown to the human ear, some voices creating an ear-piercing screech. Blood drips from her ear.

“Grant me my wish!” Undeterred at thinking further about her decision or the consequences, she focuses on her twisted goal. “I got this!” Scared as she may be, she persists and does not allow fear hindering her fall into darkness.

The being moves closer, “of course!” Shouts filled the air, originating from an unknown number of voices.

Fear was overpowered by her lust for power as it tore through her. “Come into me and give me your power. My soul now belongs to you, my lord!”

The dark forces shove her down onto her broad back. She felt the roar of a thousand creatures rumbling through the forest as they entered her through her womanhood. It is over. She cries out in pain, feeling as if she had been violated by a merciless beast. After it is all over, she passes out from exhaustion.