Left Alone
Sean and Clark stormed the house.
“Where’s your brother?” their father asked.
“He…”
“Spill it, Clark!”
“Brooke Manor. The witch controls his mind now.”
“And you left him alone? Why?!!!”
“Because this dumbass resisted her charms and dragged me with him!” Sean sighed. “Sorry, I have to go.”
He ran back out, eager for oblivion.
Halloween is fast approaching and Spell… B-O-U-N-D will celebrate it accordingly. This idea came to me as I was mulling on supernatural stuff and you know I love to inject silly humor into pretty much everything so…
Admit it. You would do the same as Sean and run back into the arms (and spells) of the witch, wouldn’t you? This one doesn’t turn people into frogs, just enslaves mind but it’s not like you need yours anyway.
Blood Sings
The light of the rotating blades reflected on Derrick’s half-open eyes.
“I… I don’t think I want to do this…” he muttered as they drew closer.
“Thoughts are irrelevant…” Martina coaxed him. “Sacrifice is mandatory.”
“But…”
“Shhh… Obey. Forget. Tonight, blood sings!”
Derrick’s mind disappeared forever the moment his cock and balls were torn apart.
Blood sacrifices are hideous, they really are and castration fantasies are way outside my kink realms but I do like horror stories so if two forbidden ideas come knocking at my imagination’s door seeking either asylum or a chance for deliverance, what am I supposed to do?
There’s only one obvious answer. I write them down, even if they’re dark, for darkness knows how to sing too if you give it a voice.
If this piece grossed you out, my apologies, but it was her time to come out. The clock has struck death, yet blood keeps on pouring. (insert evil laughter here).
Another month of this challenge comes to an end. I’ll leave you with all things twisted.