SATA is back with Chapter nr. 3 - TASTE OF BLOOD

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.

Tell me whether if you like this all-written version of the chapters, or if  you rather prefer the one with the modified pictures illustrations. 

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.