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They gestured for me to lie on the floor. It was cool and incredibly
smooth. One of them lit a candle and placed it carefully above my groin.
I could feel the warmth spreading through its glass container. The sensation
was pleasant but almost too intense to handle. And not because it
was hot. Another leaned down and cupped my head in her hands, pouring
another giant gout of wine. Much of washed over my facial hair, and
dribbled down to my chest. Now completed with the first candle, another
was placed on my stomach. Again wine was poured.
Another candle was lit and placed over my heart. I could feel a
throbbing sensation clearly now, flowing upwards from the candle at my
groin, through my stomach, and into my heart, growing with each and
every breath. One of them picked up the candle on my heart and began
dribbling hot wax in a perfect circle, while the other two chanted something
that I could not make out. The sensation came as bursts of light. It
snapped me into the moment, completely awake.
She put the candle back down on my heart and lit another, placing it
under my chin. “Don’t move,” she whispered firmly into my ear, “or you
will get burned.” Then we locked gazes. The shark-like intensity that I
found there frightened me. “What are you most afraid of?” she asked.
I opened my mouth to reply but she put her finger to her lips. “Sssh.”
A blindfold, also black, was slowly secured over my face. Hot, wet
mouths moved along my chest, up the back of my neck, meeting my
mouth, half open. …A low moan, close to my ear, and then what felt like
a nipple, entering my mouth. My mind went blank. I felt something inside
me reel for that momentary lapse of linear time… I couldn’t place it, and
then I made a decision. The process was too quick to catch but I felt a
change. It was time.
Then I heard a voice full of mischievous laughter, softly in my ear,
”See, now you are the virgin sacrifice.” I felt her breath along the back
of my neck for a fraction of a second, and then felt cold all over. Somehow
in all of this I had become naked. Was I still in the nightclub? What
was happening? I struggled to remove the bonds, but could not. A sudden
detachment overcame me, followed by a type of elation I had never
before experienced.
(who would ever think the sun’s core was rotten
inside the
velvet
flamepromise
in the temple of the temple of the temple of the Holy
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