Visions
April 22nd 2010 19:21
She quickly grabbed the ring and put it on her thumb. A searing pain entered her head and she began to cry out. William grabbed her shoulders to steady her. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she began to shake. The pain was excruciating. Voices were getting louder, getting closer. An evil growling sound came next followed by screams of pain. A man began to laugh hysterically. She was frozen with the images and the screams in her head. The ring was paralyzing. She now saw the wraith that chased them in a large stone room. There was an altar with sinister looking tools on it and he was grabbing each one and examining it. He chose one and walked over to Cordelia.
A female voice spoke that seemed to be coming from behind her, only it wasn’t behind her, it was IN her. She was speaking to him but it wasn’t her voice. She couldn’t understand the language but she knew it was French. It sounded panicked and desperate. It sounded terrified.
The wraith came closer and she could see his face. His horrible, evil face stared at her. She saw the scars on his cheeks and the terrible teeth as he smiled. It was a wicked smile, one that showed full enjoyment of what was about to happen. She looked into his eyes and saw coldness and death. She decided that he was death incarnate. His eyes were a curious color, a mix of green and some darker color. She thought they might be red but couldn’t tell from the light.
She looked down and noticed the instrument in his hand. It looked like a blade used for cutting wood but she wasn’t certain. Suddenly a pain ripped into her side as he plunged the tool into her. She felt a tearing sensation as he moved it up and down, sawing away her skin. She felt a pressing as he pushed his hand inside her and pulled out her kidney.
The pain was unbearable. She screamed and writhed as she tried to free herself. Her head turned to one side and she saw that she was being held to some sort of torture device. She looked down to see that she was held in place above a grate. Underneath the grate came the growling noise she heard earlier. Blood trickled down her leg and into the holes.
Cordelia saw and felt all of this with mingled horror and fury. Then suddenly, the pain stopped and the scene changed. Now she was in an art gallery. The room was well-lit and vast. She looked to her left and saw a painting of a beautiful woman. The portrait was of a woman with milky white skin, full lips, and beautiful brown hair in a tight bun. She was wearing a formal dress with a tight corset. The caption under the portrait said it was Elizabeth Bathory.
Cordelia turned again and saw another portrait of Elizabeth Bathory. She looked all over the gallery and every portrait was of her. A door at one end of the gallery opened and a short woman walked in. Cordelia could tell that the woman who had just walked in was the same one in all of the portraits. Elizabeth walked over to her and stopped three feet away. She bowed and held out her hand. A strong male hand held it and bent forward to kiss it, then Cordelia bowed. Elizabeth spoke in a language Cordelia didn’t recognize this time.
She gestured to the door she just walked through and led Cordelia through to a long corridor that appeared to be in a castle. After a series of turns they entered a large entrance hall and sat down on a couch. Elizabeth sat close to Cordelia and began whispering in her ear. Cordelia could feel her mouth start to grin as Elizabeth shouted a command. At the sound of the command a girl walked into the entrance hall. Both Cordelia and Elizabeth stood to welcome the newcomer. She looked like she was in her teens and she was holding a bouquet of flowers. The girl held the flowers out to Elizabeth and she took them.
A man came over to Elizabeth and took the flowers from her just as the girl walked closer to Cordelia. She knelt in front of Cordelia and spoke. Cordelia touched the girl’s chin to raise her head. She moved the girl’s head from side to side, examining her neck. She gestured to the girl to stand and come closer. As she did Cordelia smelled lavender and lilac. It was the girl’s perfume. She grabbed the girl and kissed her passionately. When she was done kissing her, the girl escorted her into a bedroom.
Cordelia’s mind flashed as the encounter with the girl and Elizabeth began to fade. One thing was for certain though, and that was this encounter turned out to be a very erotic experience for Cordelia. She involuntarily began to breathe heavily as her skin flushed with excitement. Goosebumps ran up and down her skin as the high of orgasm overtook her. She cried out in bliss as William stared on in utter amazement.
When Cordelia realized where she was she flushed deeply with embarrassment. The most peculiar sensation entered her body and she felt a tickle in the back of her mind. Was this what it felt like? Surely not, but what if it WAS what she thought. No way, it couldn’t be. Could it?
William continued to stare as he watched Cordelia’s flush began to abate. He was sure something had just happened, but couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. He decided that he really did not like this ring. It did a number on him and now was doing something to her. If he could he would make sure to get rid of it the first chance he got. But how?
Cordelia looked up and met William’s eyes. Her gaze was unmistakably glassy, as if she had just been woken up from a particularly vivid dream. Wasn’t that what it was, a dream? William wasn’t so sure. She touched William’s hand and stared into his eyes. Her eyes were focused intently upon him and he was transfixed. He was reminded of what a deer must look like when it sees the oncoming headlights just before it’s ran down. That was how he felt, that at any moment a truck would hit him. Only it wasn’t a truck, it was a woman that he loved and he was powerless against her.
Occam moved outside of the modest house where Cordelia and William were currently staying. He peered into the window of her bedroom. The room was in shadow, only lit by the light still on in the bathroom but Occam’s keen senses told him exactly what was happening. He looked in more closely and noticed a ring on Cordelia’s right thumb. Occam smiled.
“There is hope yet,” he said to himself.
A female voice spoke that seemed to be coming from behind her, only it wasn’t behind her, it was IN her. She was speaking to him but it wasn’t her voice. She couldn’t understand the language but she knew it was French. It sounded panicked and desperate. It sounded terrified.
The wraith came closer and she could see his face. His horrible, evil face stared at her. She saw the scars on his cheeks and the terrible teeth as he smiled. It was a wicked smile, one that showed full enjoyment of what was about to happen. She looked into his eyes and saw coldness and death. She decided that he was death incarnate. His eyes were a curious color, a mix of green and some darker color. She thought they might be red but couldn’t tell from the light.
She looked down and noticed the instrument in his hand. It looked like a blade used for cutting wood but she wasn’t certain. Suddenly a pain ripped into her side as he plunged the tool into her. She felt a tearing sensation as he moved it up and down, sawing away her skin. She felt a pressing as he pushed his hand inside her and pulled out her kidney.
The pain was unbearable. She screamed and writhed as she tried to free herself. Her head turned to one side and she saw that she was being held to some sort of torture device. She looked down to see that she was held in place above a grate. Underneath the grate came the growling noise she heard earlier. Blood trickled down her leg and into the holes.
Cordelia saw and felt all of this with mingled horror and fury. Then suddenly, the pain stopped and the scene changed. Now she was in an art gallery. The room was well-lit and vast. She looked to her left and saw a painting of a beautiful woman. The portrait was of a woman with milky white skin, full lips, and beautiful brown hair in a tight bun. She was wearing a formal dress with a tight corset. The caption under the portrait said it was Elizabeth Bathory.
Cordelia turned again and saw another portrait of Elizabeth Bathory. She looked all over the gallery and every portrait was of her. A door at one end of the gallery opened and a short woman walked in. Cordelia could tell that the woman who had just walked in was the same one in all of the portraits. Elizabeth walked over to her and stopped three feet away. She bowed and held out her hand. A strong male hand held it and bent forward to kiss it, then Cordelia bowed. Elizabeth spoke in a language Cordelia didn’t recognize this time.
She gestured to the door she just walked through and led Cordelia through to a long corridor that appeared to be in a castle. After a series of turns they entered a large entrance hall and sat down on a couch. Elizabeth sat close to Cordelia and began whispering in her ear. Cordelia could feel her mouth start to grin as Elizabeth shouted a command. At the sound of the command a girl walked into the entrance hall. Both Cordelia and Elizabeth stood to welcome the newcomer. She looked like she was in her teens and she was holding a bouquet of flowers. The girl held the flowers out to Elizabeth and she took them.
A man came over to Elizabeth and took the flowers from her just as the girl walked closer to Cordelia. She knelt in front of Cordelia and spoke. Cordelia touched the girl’s chin to raise her head. She moved the girl’s head from side to side, examining her neck. She gestured to the girl to stand and come closer. As she did Cordelia smelled lavender and lilac. It was the girl’s perfume. She grabbed the girl and kissed her passionately. When she was done kissing her, the girl escorted her into a bedroom.
Cordelia’s mind flashed as the encounter with the girl and Elizabeth began to fade. One thing was for certain though, and that was this encounter turned out to be a very erotic experience for Cordelia. She involuntarily began to breathe heavily as her skin flushed with excitement. Goosebumps ran up and down her skin as the high of orgasm overtook her. She cried out in bliss as William stared on in utter amazement.
When Cordelia realized where she was she flushed deeply with embarrassment. The most peculiar sensation entered her body and she felt a tickle in the back of her mind. Was this what it felt like? Surely not, but what if it WAS what she thought. No way, it couldn’t be. Could it?
William continued to stare as he watched Cordelia’s flush began to abate. He was sure something had just happened, but couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. He decided that he really did not like this ring. It did a number on him and now was doing something to her. If he could he would make sure to get rid of it the first chance he got. But how?
Cordelia looked up and met William’s eyes. Her gaze was unmistakably glassy, as if she had just been woken up from a particularly vivid dream. Wasn’t that what it was, a dream? William wasn’t so sure. She touched William’s hand and stared into his eyes. Her eyes were focused intently upon him and he was transfixed. He was reminded of what a deer must look like when it sees the oncoming headlights just before it’s ran down. That was how he felt, that at any moment a truck would hit him. Only it wasn’t a truck, it was a woman that he loved and he was powerless against her.
Occam moved outside of the modest house where Cordelia and William were currently staying. He peered into the window of her bedroom. The room was in shadow, only lit by the light still on in the bathroom but Occam’s keen senses told him exactly what was happening. He looked in more closely and noticed a ring on Cordelia’s right thumb. Occam smiled.
“There is hope yet,” he said to himself.
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