Satanails Chapter Four - The First Revenge

Sata was a shy employee, a girl with no hope, then she turns into a witch after being dumped by her boyfriend, now his clues she’s searching. While returning back home, she finds a man in her basement looking for the book of witches she had forgotten. We left Sata tasting her first cocktail of killer claws, blood and recently dead body.

Sata knew her powers would come out. In time of hours she had been living a sudden biologic and mental transformation, a sort of metamorphosis, with stronger and longer claws, sharper teeth, smarter mind, definitely more self-esteem, longer and darker hair, blinding and wider penetrating eyes, telepathy, ESP powers and hypnotizing skills, the latter being the most powerful force of a witch, the one that had probably contributed to mesmerize and keep that man steadily stuck.     

Hypnotizing power is strongly connected to seducing ability, with the first one making the second one flawless and invincible.

“This is something that I could use to make money” she thought, “maybe I can create a new kind of job, something that comes easy to me. I could seduce people looking for new experiences, making them believe I can have sex with them, and then... Well, I’m definitely gonna be a new experience for many of them out there”.

The thing her old neighbour Lina hadn’t told her in advance, was this sort of craving for blood she felt once she had tasted the first drop. Maybe it was a peculiar characteristic only detectable in Sata. As soon as she will have read her book, she would have probably found out the true meaning.

Until the day before, she had been thinking about herself as a good clerk, doing her job and bringing money home, without hope but also without efforts. Time for turning herself into the real side of Sata had come. Life was going to be not only related with job and good actions, but also with superior objectives, like revenge, justice and cosmic equilibrium.

She knew that her book was going to have a dramatic impact on her life. Sometimes books do. That was not a book bought in a store, it was a gift coming from a real witch, her childhood’s neighbour Lina. If a real witch tells you that you are going to be a hell a of a witch, you have to consider it could be true.

As a matter of fact, her powers showed up with her first victim, the one who changed her path.

After that slaughter, Sata lay down on the basement floor and slept for several minutes, just like as if she was a savage beast taking a nap after eating her prey. She wanted to be sure no one will have shown up soon after that guy.

When she woke up it was 4 am, yet no light in the skies, perfect time for leaving and hunting for her next victim. She had to search for her book before leaving, the book she had never given importance to before. After she had found it, she left that body there and made home cleaning with a natural cleanser: fire. Then she ran away knowing that insurance company would give her a bunch of bucks by finding in the basement a dead man and a tank of kerosene.

She soon decided to go and find Rachel, conscious that she could probably have had issues with her. She knew her former company boss, Rachel Cordoba, always had the bad habit to eavesdrop her phone calls. Sata thought that the last time she had spoken with Lina, talking about that precious book, Rachel was there listening. Maybe Rachel thought she could make a treasure out of Sata’s book, not knowing she needed to be a real witch to do it.

Then, her last mission in town was to eliminate her former chief. That was a two objectives task: avoid any clue that could link her to the fire, and accomplish the revenge she had been thinking about for so long.

Her red BMW took her near Rachel’s house in 5 minutes. Sata parked at a distance far enough not to be detected, then reached Rachel’s house in her unique shadowing way of moving.

She knew Rachel used to live alone. “Who could ever just even think about sharing his living space with a monster like her”, she thought while entering the house through an open window in the back yard.

Once in, Sata pulled her black boots off and went straight upstairs guided by a sixth sense that brought her to the right place: Rachel’s bedroom.

She was sleeping. Sata knew that Rachel was lacking the smartness to wait for her henchman to finish the job, and, only after that, go to bed. Rachel had always been too full of self-esteem.

So, Sata entered Rachel’s room making any sound. She got closer to her and started feeling the will to destroy her while sleeping. Then she thought it would be too easy, so, she planned a better action.  She got on top of her with a quick jump and, while Rachel was waking up not knowing what was happening to her, Sata put a piece of sheet into her mouth down in her throat, pushing it with her long claws and holding Rachel firmly to her bed with her legs.

Rachel opened her eyes wide and realized she was not in a nightmare, it was dramatically real. The shy girl she had been treating like a domesticated animal for years, the one’s house she sent a henchman to, for an easy job, well, that useless girl was there, on top of her, showing a face with unbelievable wild eyes. Rachel suddenly understood something bad was going to happen. 

- Hello boss, how are you?

- Whoooo?!?! Who ohoh?!!

Rachel tried to speak even knowing it was impossible, she also tried to free herself from the clutch she was in, but soon realized Sata seemed even stronger than a bodybuilder.

Sata thought it wouldn’t have been convenient to leave a body there, neither it would have been nice to leave any kind of clue, so she tried to hypnotize Rachel. 

Didn’t work.

“Am I doing it right?” - she thought.

Then she hit Rachel with her head on the nose and tied her hands and legs.

She knew she had the strength to carry that body out to her car, and she did.

Sata put Rachel into the trunk of her car and took her way to the wood. She was going to have a loud party. She wanted to hear and enjoy all of Rachel’s screams, but then again, she also wanted to be the only one to hear them. That’s why she went to the Crystal Lake Wood, it was far enough from any town but also near enough to reduce time on the road bearing that concealed body.

Once there, she witnessed a perfect scenario: full moon, darkest hour, no one around. She felt herself taken by a frenetic hurry to finish that job, to accomplish her mission of revenge. So, she opened the trunk, caught Rachel’s body and threw it on the floor just as if it was a bag of potatoes.

Then Sata closed the trunk as she wasn’t going to use it anymore that night, she took off her gloves, picked up Rachel from the floor and tied her to a tree, afterwards she took away the torn piece of sheet from Rachel’s mouth and stood, waiting her to speak.

- Wh...cough!...what the fuck are you doing?! What kind of drug did you took? I hate you! My henchman is right after you, he’s gonna kill you…I’m gonna kill you. You motherfucker piece of shit! You dumb! You…cough!!

- That’s enough - said Sata firmly, with a calm voice - you had been hiding behind a false mask for too many years, I know who you are. I know what you do to people. I know why you’ve been mobbing my colleagues and me, I know you are scared to be uncovered.

-  C’mon, uhuhuhu, who the fuck you think you are? Bat-woman or spider-woman?

-  Look at those claws, I could be more dangerous than catwoman or even a real panther, but I’ve got no will to save the world. I only need to get my own revenge. I’m not that selfless. I just hate people stealing money and time from others, and that’s what you did to me. You’ve been stealing all grants for the employees.

- Those grants were just an idea of mine, not yours! I have the guts to do all that job to have them, not you! You’re just a freak! Now free me! Bitch! Creep! Dumb!

Rachel was getting too loud as Sata’s rage was rising. Sata had planned to talk more and force Rachel to reveal her the way to get all the money she had been stealing for years, but, after all those bad words and behaving, she couldn’t help herself but exploding like a bomb. Anyway, she didn’t need that dirty money as she was aware of her powers and how easy it would be getting richer.

With vicious eyes, Sata got closer to Rachel’s face, opened her own mouth wide and, while roaring, bit her lips, tearing and eating a piece of them. Rachel’s pain was such intense that she made a guttural cry which seemed to shake the ground like an earthquake. That noise was too intense, it obliged Sata to finish her job quickly, even if she had planned to taste Rachel’s body more slowly.

Sata then made a step back, opened her legs to be more stable and threw her claws a couple of times towards Rachel’s neck eventually cutting Rachel’s throat with a poker of slits caused by her sharper-than-ever claws. Long black talons flashing in the night, spreading and spilling her former boss’ blood all over the place. It was time for another quick drink.

After that second blood bath, she realized she was like filled with satisfaction and wild joy. She knew she was doing the right thing and completed her job with a cannibalistic ferocious dish.

The time to leave had come. That was the right moment to pick up the stuff and go straight to Cape Cod. Sata hid the small remains of the body and went back on the road.

While on the road she thought that it was getting convenient to change the car. Her red BMW was way too flashy. She wanted to be a black shadow, instead, a night vamp, a silent killer, a mute predator, and that car was not what she wanted, it only represented her past, an object to help her to pretend she was happy and rich. The only red colour she would see was going to be that one coming from her victims’ blood.

Time to pretend was over.