Saturday Story 2024 – Week 41 (A Sign of Evil – Part 20)
Part twenty of this supernatural/witchcraft/mind control story is now available on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Lila Walters, a good witch, finds herself entangled in a fight for the minds and souls of those she loves the most.
In today’s installment, Sarah, now under the influence of the sign of evil, contacts Lila telepathically, but the young witch doesn’t fall for the trap. Plans are set in motion as the time for war approaches. Please enjoy.
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A small excerpt is available below:
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Sarah reached out to her daughter through a faint psychic link. The residual effect was deliberate, a way to elicit sympathy from the one she was about to betray. The plan was simple: to pretend she had escaped from Tabitha’s minions before they had the chance to corrupt her mind and body. She would claim to have been beaten to an inch of her life and had the wounds and bruises to prove it. Of course, it was nothing more than an elaborate veil of illusions, smoke and mirrors fueled by dark magic. Magdalene was with her, watching her every move.
“You better be a talented actress,” The Inquisitor said, “or I’ll get rid of you myself.”
“Jealous much? I know what I’m doing!” Sarah growled.
“So you say, but until we have proof of your success, words mean nothing. Displeasing our Goddess has serious consequences, and if you think you’re prepared for them all, think again.”
“Your threats are meaningless. You have no real power here. Tabitha’s bidding will be done, no matter what.”
Those were the thoughts on Sarah’s mind when she began the deception, feigning weakness and vulnerability and amplifying them to the max. The blood and bruises all over her body helped with the process. When the connection reached Lila’s mind, she was sure right away it wasn’t real.
The young woman was sitting alone on the training grounds, humming to herself to keep her spirits when the thin psychic link was formed. It was like a slight buzz coming from the back of her skull and tingling her brain.
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