Welcome To Hellville - Part 15 By Rich Mills

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14.

They always cut it close but their timing was always impeccable, arriving at the house right on schedule. Schedule was a bad choice of word as they'd never been organised enough to have a schedule, let alone keep to one. Chaos was their maxim really. Everyone else thought that their apparent external serenity was one of infinite calm. However, this was not the case. Well not since the dawn of man anyway, it had been nothing but trouble since that time. The front door of the house was wide open, inviting in the uninvited, the curious, and the inquisitive.

Being all these three in large amounts, meant that Mike and Gabi did not hesitate from a moment as they entered the hallway, giving little more than a cordial knock on the ajar door, and calling out a suppressed greeting, Hello, anybody home? Silence, almost. Not even the echoes replied to this call, Mike noticed they sang a different tune. Scanning the faint soundscape surrounding him, he pinpointed the resonating noises as to be coming from the upper part of the house. He indicated this to his quite companion. Gabi focused his attention on where Mike pointed on and nodded an acknowledged agreement.

Carefully climbing the stairs, they cringed and stiffened at every thunderous creak and groan of the staircase straining under foot. Curiosity overwhelmed any feeling of apprehension or dread at what they may discover, as they approached the door at the end of the hallway they both could clearly hear movement from beyond. A low mumbling like that of the wagging tongues of fence dwelling vipers, began to define themselves as serene whispers as they both got nearer to the end. Straining to hear they listened at the door, Body of Christ, Body of Christ, Body of Christ.

To love God and repeat holy incantations was not a past time uncommon to these two, but the sight they witnessed through the enticing slit between the door and the frame played with their omnipotent sensibilities. A clean cross shape surrounded by shadowy grey on the wall above the bed was evidence of a long hung crucifix, which was now in use as part of the ecstatic pray of the room's occupant. The engraved image of Christ on the cross burned between her thighs, his stiff prone body being laid in the cave only to be resurrected again at an ever increasing rate.

Only the incantation of the Corpus Christi passed her lips, as through manual stimulation she desperately hoped to reach a personal and private salvation. Body of Christ, Body of Christ, Body of Christ, she needed the, Body of Christ. It was more than obvious that she wanted to know God in all his carnal glory, feel him deep inside of herself. With each thrust Mike and Gabi could see she was suffering internally, as the sacrament flowed deep red from her Holy Grail. As her cup run'eth over the sheets there was to be no forgiveness for her sins, she preferred punishment, heaping upon herself in the hope of eternal damnation.

Continued ....Part 16,

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