Ecstasy

“Amanda, where are you going?”

Silence… That’s all I gave him.

5 minutes went by. Nothing. Good. I didn’t want him to follow me.

I quickly walked out of our bedroom. Thank God for my dogs for actually sleeping.

I crept past the dog kennel, watching the snaking shadows of the trees outside from the window in the night as I quickly said goodnight again to Cthulhu and Lovecraft. They were good dogs, and hopefully their dignity would prove to be grand enough for the universe to let me make it out of there alive tonight. Ever since I started investigating them, I’d always been worried they’d come for my family. Ever since I started investigating them, I’d begun learning new things about myself—my real hopes, dreams, desires—all because of the horrors I’d witnessed. Ever since I started investigating them, I’d been worrying that they’d figure out I wasn’t really one of them; that I’d been a spy, a rat, a liar. But they’d never discovered the truth. The letter was concerning, though. That fucking letter quaked through my body and my mind and my soul the entire morning. I knew someone found out, and now he knew. Otherwise, why would he send it to me the way he did? Regina told me all about how he could do what he did, but actually experiencing it? That was a whole different ball game.

After I slipped my heels on, I studied the letter again, taking in the golden ink as if it was the first time I’d seen it. It read:

Dear Amanda Willard,

Your presence is requested at Heisserman Manor. All Children of Glaktakis are required to attend, as tonight is the Night of Ecstasy. The ritual will begin at Midnight, sharp. Be there by 10:30 PM or else there will be consequences.

Love, Alan Heisserman

The eeriness crept down my back after I set it down on the kitchen island to put on the dress I hid in a secret compartment underneath the island. It was a pretentious shade of red—crimson—and it had a slit to allow my right leg through. It was also strapless and only went up to my breasts, where there were slits to show an almost objectifying amount of under boob, which was segmented by crimson leather straps that held a diamond shaped gem in its center. I never understood why the COGs always wore the gem, they never said, but I did know that it carried some sort of power—cosmic, otherworldly, supernatural—that couldn’t be explained by any rational thinking. That’s why I never questioned it the entire time I’d been infiltrating them. But as I fully immersed myself in the red leather and satin folds of the dress, I felt the power coursing through my veins once again as the dress tightened itself perfectly and comfortably around my tall slim, thick bodice. The black leather thigh highs helped add some brevity to all the red, but it didn’t help stop the sexualized aspect of it all. The type of sexual that was almost… desirable but unattainable due to how taboo it all was. But it was mostly exhilarating.

I hurriedly—but quietly—rushed out the front door and into my car in the driveway. I knew that timing was key here. If they found out I was an informant to the Black Forest Police Department, they’d do a lot more than kill me.

Without realizing it, I had already arrived at my destination. I quickly dashed out the car, forgetting to lock it behind me, and made my way to the front door. The guards stationed there examined my invitation and let me in, and I entered the main hall, which was already full of people wearing their masks. I wasn’t wearing my mask, though most people would’ve known who I was anyway. Alan made sure of that.

I hurried off to the room Alan made for me in the East Wing, greeting my fellow cultists as I sped past, not making any eye contact with them, despite their eager and jovial moods. At least their happiness was a good sign that most of them weren’t aware of anything strange going on. That meant that the cult at large wasn’t aware of me being a double agent. But that still didn’t mean Alan didn’t know. In anything, it was sign he did know and was playing with my emotions right now.

When I got to the room, I made sure to get my mask: a mostly white mask with a Yin Yang symbol on its forehead. It was made of mother of pearl and obsidian; the two crystals clashing with each other visually in the Yin Yang symbol, yet still finding some semblance of balance with each other. Balance. Another one of Alan’s lies.

I put the mask on and turned around only to be stabbed by a naked blue skinned man with a purple mask with antlers.

Alan.

I regained consciousness, only to find myself chained to Alan’s bed. I knew I was in his room because to my far left was his giant dildo machine and to my far right was his sex toy collection being displayed in a huge glass cabinet.

He was standing over the edge of the bed’s end, chanting in the language of his god, Glaktakis.

“Please—”

He lifted his hand to silence me. I looked down toward his penis, which he was stroking. It was blue, large, girthy, and pulsating with purple veins, clearly ready to impale me.

“You’ve been a very, very bad girl,” he said, finishing his chant, “but don’t worry I forgive you. But Glaktakis has given me an order, I must follow it. We will perform our own ritual tonight before the main event. Don’t worry you’ll love it.”

He then slowly crawled on the bed until he was over me, clasping my cuffed arms and positioning his cock above my pelvis.

“Scream when I penetrate you; it’ll make me rape you harder,” he said with a malicious smile on his face.

He was going to enjoy tormenting me, but as he began his violation, I thought of nothing else but one thing: Whenever I get the chance, I’m going to kill this motherfucker...