Eventually, I mustered up the strength and returned to my broom. I cleaned up the floor and tried to salvage what I could from the counters. Whoever had come in knew what they were looking for. They did the rest of this simply to be cruel.
They wanted me to feel unsafe in my own home, but I’d be damned if I let them do that to me. Tossing the rag I was using to clean up the loose tea, I dove into a drawer and picked up my herb sheers and stormed out of the room. I had to search for my phone, but eventually found it resting in the living room, on its charger. So considerate, I smirked. While he did take it from me, so I had no way to call for help, Constantine did make sure it was charged. I slid my gardening shoes on, grabbed my gardening bag, and went outside.
Thankfully, the asshole who trashed my kitchen hadn’t touched my backyard. Crouching down, I opened my bag and grabbed gloves and my jars.
I had to be careful what I touched, but I trimmed a lot of my meadow saffron, along with some hemlock. That was the beauty of my garden. These plants looked like pretty flowers. No one had been the wiser the entire time I was growing them.
Not that I’d done anything but trim, dry, and store them. It was more of a security blanket. I knew it was absurd, but this was better than nothing.
Once all my jars were full, I put everything back in my bag and stood. I clicked my flashlight off and hurried back inside my house.While I hated it being true, I was now slightly frightened about who could be on the other side of the door. They’d scared me, but I had to get the fuck over it. I started toward the pantry, where my not-so-secret cupboard was, but paused, and turned back, opting to put them right with all my other dried teas. He may have taken some of it, some of me, but not all. I would always bounce back, and I wasn’t hiding either.
Rule 55 - Kansas
Take your time when preparing your final kill.
My cock ached as it sat rock hard in my jeans, with me unable to do anything but watch the video of Eisley, pumping that fake cock into her wet pussy, repeatedly. A low groan rumbled up my throat, and Constantine kicked my boot.
“Will you knock that shit off?” He stalked over to the table and set his backpack on it with a heavy thump.I sighed and put his phone down.
“You don’t understand.” I stood and adjusted my raging hard-on. “I’ve been waiting fucking years to see her like this. My dick hasn’t gone down since I finally was able to be inside her.”He chuckled low and unzipped his bag.
“And you think mine hasn’t? She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” He nodded to the phone I’d set down. “She came hard.”
“She came harder with me.”
“Oh yeah? I think next time I see her, I’ll ask. You know, the reason I snapped her leg to that chain was because she refused to talk about you.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped up to the table.
“That’ll change.” My eyes scanned the items Constantine was pulling from his seemingly never-ending bag. “Be careful with all those jars.”
“Why? It won’t kill me.”
“Gives you one hell of a rash though.”
“Is she still crying?” he asked, setting a velvet tablecloth on the table.
“Let me check.” I strode over to my tablet and clicked on her cameras. “No, she’s cleaned it all up. Do you think we should tell her?”
I’d gone in to take all her jars full of poison for the ritual and had found someone had already been there. They’d destroyed probably over half of her teapot collection as well as made a mess of her kitchen. It wasn’t until I got back to the Church, that I looked at her cameras and saw that it had been her friend Therese.
I wondered why. Did she know something we didn’t?
“No. It would lead to more questions, and eventually she’d ask about the jars you took. Therese will have no idea what she’s talking about. Just let it be.”
He was right, but it still didn’t feel good. Eisley should know her so-called friends were assholes. I kept watching the cameras. God, she was so beautiful when she was upset.
“It’s bad enough I don’t have the nine Mothers and Fathers, but fuck, could I get a hand from you?” he snapped.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”I pulled my eyes from the cameras.
“You really fucking irritate me sometimes,” he snarled. “So fucking smart but yet so fucking stupid.”I sat the tablet down and shoved him.
“I’m not stupid, you asshole. I’m just lazy.” I scooped up a giant bag of candles and began setting them all around the room. “Now shut the fuck up so I can count to 237.”
Constantine cleared the table and spread the velvet tablecloths down and then made the altar. As we worked, we joked alongside each other, as if we were just regular men at average jobs, and not preparing a ritual sacrifice for a god that we still didn’t fully understand.
“Be careful lighting those.” He warned.
