Alright guys, here we are, sorry for the big amount of time it took me to post again. However it was never meant to be a fixed or a frequent appointment. Let's follow Sata on her way to revenge.
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Here we go.
Sata Lina, a shy and submissive woman, is dumped
by her man. Only then she realises how strong, independent and vindictive she
could be. She puts an end with her no-escape job and turns from a shy little woman
into a cruel vindictive hunter.
CHAPTER 3 - TASTE OF BLOOD
In
a of a couple of days’ time, Sata had quickly turned from a clever shy clerk into
a crazy and dangerous free woman out of job, roaming in her own world with nothing
to do but hunting for preys to sacrifice.
Apart
from that, her plans consisted in getting back home and planning a long journey
to Cape Cod, Georgia. She had the feeling it was going to be a one-way trip,
maybe.
Sata
was hungry and she wanted to eat meat, so she made a stop at the 24 hrs. store
and bought a couple of steaks and something she had never bought before,
alcohol. She wanted to open her mind and let her new spirit flow even more.
Once
home, as soon as she had closed the door, she lit up the barbecue and opened a
beer can, finding it was not an easy action, because of her long claws. Then
she put a Ronnie James Dio vinyl on, “Holy Diver”, choosing one of her favorite
songs “Gypsy”, a song dealing with witches and magic spells.
While
drinking and barbecuing she found herself thinking of Julio, but not in a
sentimental way, that was her past, her mind was now focused on getting him out
from the hideout he had been putting himself into. She knew it was a sort of
hide and seek game, where the prize was going to be someone’s life.
She
was thinking of his job as a writer, a pro interested in ancient ghost stories
and paranormal activities, in UFOs and other unexplainable happenings of
history. That was one of the most interesting things she had been liking of
Julio, his love for occult. She had always been thinking that sooner or later her
job was going to have a drastic change, turning into a more independent one,
something like Julio’s one. That was the moment.
Then
she had a sort of epiphany. Maybe the beer, maybe the meat blood left on her
plate or maybe her new consciousness, something from her past was starting to dig
a little tunnel into her brain, reaching the most remote place in her mind. An
image of her old neighbor Lina flashed into her mind. Lina the witch, the one she had been always
looked up to, especially when her parents died in a fire and Lina started to
take care of Sata, hosting her into her house. The same Lina who once had told
those words, forgotten words in time and lost in repressed memory: “Soartă a
ales pentru noi, suntem ca unul, Eu sunt un țigan și vrăjitoare, și așa vei fi”.
She knew well the meaning of those words: “Fate has chosen for us, now we are
as one, I’m a gipsy and I witch, and so you will be”.
She
felt new powers growing in her body and mind, she felt drunk and excited, crazy
and happy.
She
started touching herself, clawing her own thighs, slowly climbing them with her
nails, finally reaching her hole and digging her long ring fingernail into it
and reaching that spot she knew was going to free the hell outta there. She
felt stronger and more powerful than ever before, as she was conscious that the
orgasm she reached was just the beginning of her new life.
Sata
felt she was not going to sleep that night, so she picked up some stuff and
fled. However, despite the hustle, she wasn’t escaping from anything, she was rather
under the influence of a sort of hormone, a chemical substance concentrating in
her blood which was being produced to hunt and destroy.
She
was heading full speed to Cape Cod while she had a sudden vision, she remembered
having left something in the basement of her house: a book called “Carte Vrăjitoare”,
a Lina’s gift, the book of witches. That book was going to be precious for her
new life, as she sensed she was finally getting the right power to translate it
into real life and success. She felt disappointed for that inattention, her
rage was rising and she found herself shouting in the night when Iron Maiden’s song
“Killers” started in her car stereo.
Thirty
to forty minutes after she was getting near her house while she noticed
something wasn’t alright. Someone had probably entered her house in her absence.
It was like the trespasser had known her moves in advance. Once again, not only
she noticed a surprising lack of fear, but, on the contrary, she felt excited
for that new difficult situation to face.
Sata
parked at a certain distance from her house, then she went down from her car
and moved towards home with the softest moves ever, she was like a panther,
better say she was like the shadow of a panther, silent, smooth, invisible. She
entered her home with no sound, once inside she suddenly sensed someone was
downstairs in the basement.
She
then slowly snaked down the stairs holding a baseball bat in her hand and saw
him. Sata approached the guy with no fear or sound and then hit him in the back
of his head so strong and firmly he went down like a brick.
-
Huh, who the fuck are you, you crazy? What the hell are you doing? Free me now
or you’ll be in big trouble, bitch, I’m going to open you like a…
-
Calm down, you stinky motherfucking idiot! You thief! What are you doing in my
basement?
-
I guarantee you’ll be in trouble.
-
You’re tough, uh? You won’t answer to me, uh? We’ll see.
Sata
took a closer look to his face while trying to illuminate it with the light
from her smartphone. She suddenly realized who he was. She had seen him before
talking with her boss at the office, she had previously thought of him as a
strong man who was involved in private eye stuff and maybe dirty affairs. She
had never liked him.
Sata
looked like she had been waiting for years for that situation, she found
herself being so naïve and at ease with him tied up like an animal soon to be
cooked.
She
opened her right hand wide, stretched her fingers and showed up her long,
sharp, pointed claws. That guy seemed not impressed at first, but as she got
closer to his eyes, his tension was clearly rising.
-
C’mon, tell me who you are and what are you looking for, or I’ll pull your eyeballs
out and eat them like oysters.
The
man didn’t answer. Even if she knew who he really was she didn’t understand why
he was there. He looked like a strong CIA agent, a tall man with strong legs
and big shoulders, but dumber, that kind of man who always hides behind a gun
and loves to use it. This time his gun was far away from his body as Sata had
taken it and put it on the table. A good reason for him to try to escape with
the only help of his hands, shaking, trying to kick, spitting, shouting.
While
she was thinking about the reason that had brought him there, an image of her
boss Rachel recently speaking with him dived into her head. So, why the hell
Rachel would have sent one of her security agents to her home? Maybe to steal
something that could have been taken as a proof of one of her multiple illicit
affairs. She then had the feeling like she had been followed by that man before
that day. She also seemed to have a flashy image of a car which she had spotted
on her rear-view mirror that morning.
He
thought Sata Lina was a shy weak girl, and he had planned an easy blitz.
However, Sata was showing him a calm and mellow mood, so strange for that
situation, he felt fear was rising in his body. He was realizing that two
scenarios were possible: the one that Sata was not that shy and that she had
been hiding a second life, a sort of secret agent parallel state; and the
second one in which she was totally crazy and unaware of that dangerous
situation she was living. Both scenarios were likely to be no good for him,
especially considering that they could be both possible at once.
He
couldn’t know that the actual situation was even more dangerous and terrible
than his figured worst-case scenarios. He realised something was going to get
really wrong by reading her dark green wide
shut eyes and her trembling clawed hand getting closer to his face.
Sata
didn’t ask him twice and suddenly she caught his face in the strong grip of her
claws, sinking them deep into his flesh. He was surprised by her amazing strength
and instinctively tried to shake his head to free himself from that bad hurting
grip; unfortunately, his moves brought him to worst goals, as pain increased.
-
Now sir, would you tell me who you are and what the hell are you doing in my
house?
-
You’re dead, bitch, and you don’t know yet. I’m gonna make you pay. I don’t
give a fuck about that book…
-
Oh, thanks sir, now it’s clear, you wanted my book? You’ll get this, instead!
Sata
rose up her hand and then threw it down like and axe on his face. She had been
so surgically precise and wildly strong the deep scratch marks she left immediately
started to spill blood which flowed down into his mouth and onto his blue
elegant suite and white shirt.
Even
if she had understood everything about his presence there, she wanted to hear Rachel’s
name directly from his mouth.
-
Tell me now: who’s your boss?
He
was so angry he had been fooled by a little woman, he couldn’t understand the
danger he was into, so he spat some blood onto Sata’s face.
Sata
was driven so mad by that spit that she ran into the horror side of herself, a
never before seen side that she herself didn’t knew could ever come to life.
Her tension grew in seconds, her eyes blew and turned red. Her mouth opened
wide showing bigger and sharper teeth. And then she started twisting her arms like
tornados, throwing them up and down with unnatural force and inhuman speed onto
his poor inert body.
He
stood astonished with helpless fear, silent and unconscious, cursed by a
ferocious demonic presence that left him in a bloodbath in time of seconds.
Torn shirt, blinded eyes, ripped face. She left him like a piece of flesh in a slaughterhouse,
dead in a few seconds. Her sharp claws must had been cutting one of his jugulars.
She
found herself happily surprised and also excited. She was not the same girl she
had been before. From that moment on she knew she won’t have lived the same again,
especially when she completed her job by drinking his blood dry, sucking it
directly from that still warm dead body.
