The Minister nodded his approval to his flock, who had set the dead Father’s insides on the table in bowls, and dropped his robes. He, too, was nude. He went to the bucket and dipped his hands in. As if it were soap, he began rubbing it on his arms, face, and torso. He covered himself head to toe in the blood, all while continuing to speak in the unknown language. Once his entire body was red, he called to the others. They formed a line, and one by one, they stepped forward, and the Minister dipped his hands in the bucket and painted their faces.
They continued chanting until the Minister screamed and raised a knife. He swung it deep into his belly, and the room erupted into a panic.
I bit back my scream as I watched him stumble to a table. He slid the knife slowly out of his stomach and it clamored to the floor. A Mother ran to another bucket and dumped it over him. The blood ran off his body and everyone gasped. The Minister stood and opened his arms. The wound was gone.Everyone cried out in excitement, and the Minister told them to clean and put their clothes on.
“The Reanimator has accepted our offering and has gifted us again. Go forth and find a new Father.” He grinned at his congregation, and then chuckled and pointed at me, shaking in the corner. “I have to go be one to my own son.”
Snatching my hand, he pulled me up and dragged me through the rooms and back to his office up the secret staircase.
“What do you think, Constantine?” He grinned.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
“In three months, we shall have a similar ceremony with you, Kansas, and Eisley. Eisley will choose a husband, and the other shall be given to the Reanimator so that the pair can be blessed with his power. You need to make sure you are chosen.”
I stood up and raised my fists to a man I’d seen almost die and come back to life. “I am not going to make her choose.”How could I let that happen to Kansas? My best friend?
His eyes turned stormy and dark. He bent down and brought his face inches within mine. The smell of copper filled my nostrils, and I had to fight not to vomit.
“Either she chooses, and she chooses correctly, or I’ll kill both of you and take your precious little Eisley for my next wife, you little shit.”
Rule 53 - Eisley
Smile for the camera.
Testicles were attached to the flesh-colored dildo, along with a wand that I presumed was for me to handle it. As I poked under it, I found a button. The dildo roared to life and began feverishly thrusting upward.
I dropped it onto the bed with a small scream and watched it inch away from me. I snatched it back up and pushed the button furiously, watching it slow and speed up as I clicked. Interesting. Along with the toy, the box also had a handful of packets I originally thought were condoms but turned out to be lubrication.
I tugged on the leather bracelet around my ankle. The chain was shiny, but heavy and tied to the heater on the other side of the room. When did he have time for this?I ran my hands through my hair and fell back onto my pillows in a huff. I was losing time, and it was frustrating.
I pulled on the chain, but I knew it was futile. It was staying put and so was I. I tried to stand again, but the more I tried to walk, the worse it felt. I needed to let it heal, if only for a few hours. I fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling, painted black with shiny bats stenciled across it.
Constantine wanted me to give my house up. For what? Where did he even live? And what about Kansas? I couldn’t leave without telling him about Kansas and vice versa. I didn’t want to pick one over the other. I couldn’t.
I turned my head and stared at the small round ball attached to the foot of my bed. The small red light was taunting me. Constantine was taunting me.
I was still so new to sex, I’d look ridiculous. Sure, I’d watched videos to make sure my own content, while PG, was still just enough of a tease to get people to subscribe to my racier stuff. And my racy stuff wasn’t even racy compared to many. Lingerie videos where everything was covered and I moaned a little?
This was… real porn.And he wanted it. From me.
I reached for the toy again and studied it with new intrigue.It wasn’t obnoxious in length or girth, nor was it small. Perhaps I could enjoy it. Would it feel the same as it being attached to someone?My heart raced as I went back and forth and finally, decided if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.
Being ever so careful, I made it to my dresser and grabbed my most flattering pajamas. A black, lacy negligee. For client videos, I wore pasties to cover my nipples, but for Constantine,my husband, I’d let them show through the sheer fabric.
Because of the chain, I couldn’t put new underwear on, so I opted instead to slide my panties off and move them down the chain and go without. Considering how the toy moved, I would not need them.
My heart didn’t slow the entire time I prepped for the camera. I had to consciously control my breathing. In and out. I could do this. It was for Constantine. He was the only one who was going to see this. Right?
I gulped. I had to trust he wasn’t lying. Would he lie about this? If so, what else was he lying about? Constantine, my companion in the Church, wouldn’t betray me like that. I may have met the adult version of him, but I knew who he was before. He was my protector then, and I knew in my heart, he was my protector now.
Before I climbed back into bed, I shut my door and spotted my smart hub in the corner of the room. I hadn’t used it in forever. I didn’t even know if it still worked.I was growing tired, and my leg was aching badly, but having music would relax me. I went to it, plugged it in, and it booted up. It lit bright blue and I spoke to it.
“Hub, put on a spicy playlist.”
It flashed for a moment and then dinged.“Putting on a spicy playlist.”
The room filled with Doja Cat. This would work. The beat from “Freak” gave me a surge of confidence, and I slid onto the bed and sat in the middle. I bounced slightly and shifted to make sure I wasn’t putting any weight on my injured leg, and then I looked dead at the camera and smiled.
