Excerpt from the book - page 55
She remembers the storm and how it thundered and how the
lightening flashed all night long but not much after that. What she did gather
from being wet was that she must have had a sexual dream. A dream created
solely for the purpose of bringing her pleasure to herself while she was
sleeping.
Concerned, this was something that Luciana had not
experienced before and suspected the spell of Tia Maria was working on her
subconsciously. As it stood, she changed clothes and convinced herself that
what she had was a dream – just a dream.
Luciana got up out of bed; she wiped herself dry with a
towel and got dressed. Although she hesitated to think about it a little bit
more, she was nervous about last night and even though whatever happened was
unexplainable, she thought about it long and hard but decided to keep the facts
to herself.
Roxy had left a note on the kitchen table. She had to go
to work and the note told her where the food was located in case she wanted to
eat breakfast. Still exhausted from a poor night’s sleep, she was debating
whether to remain up and just sit and rest for a while until Freda woke up or
to just go back to the bedroom and wait for someone to call for her.
Freda, was sleeping in another room and with the sun
coming up, it was just a matter of time before she called for Luciana to come
join her for breakfast.
Looking around, Luciana noticed the sun didn’t penetrate
the black drapes and the kitchen was somewhat dark, just like it was the
evening before with the candles on. About an hour later, Freda knocked on the
bedroom door and hollered out for Luciana. Anxious to talk to Freda, she yelled
back, “I’m coming out but I am dressing right now, give me a minute,
please.”
About a minute, Luciana opened the door and looking at
Freda, she couldn’t believe how amazing she looked. She was wearing a
skin-tight black dress, with her eyes lined in black, he lips painted red and
her hair loose and in a somewhat tangled mess. She confessed to Luciana
something she thought was strange and unexpected. Freda, with a slight
shortness of breath, said, “I just got fucked, and I don’t care to hide it.”
Shaking her head with confusion, Luciana said, “what you
do behind your door is your business lady and whoever you just fucked, must
have fucked me too because I got up all wet” laughing in between her words.
They both laughed. Partially because Luciana had no clue who Freda just fucked, but she was guessing it was Jeff, since he was the only other man in the house. The fact that it might have been another woman, never entered her mind and without asking, she would never know.
For a moment, the suspense caused the house to be quiet.
Both still laughing about the crazy things that happened moments ago, Freda
asked if she was hungry and offered to make Luciana breakfast.
Pouring herself some orange juice from the refrigerator,
she nodded her head and answered her with a, “one egg, over easy please, and I
will make the toast.”
Sitting there staring at each other across the small
dining room table, Luciana asked Freda, “what’s up with all this black – black
everything in this house.”
Freda, laughing,
said, “you noticed huh, Roxy likes everything in black and sometimes she gets
carried away with her obsession of the dark side. This is about her and the
other side. She is a devil worshipper and doesn’t hide it but at the same time,
doesn’t push it on people and don’t talk about it unless she is comfortable
about the whole matter. She tried to get me to join their cult, but I refrained
saying I didn’t need the drama of having to live a certain way to please
Satan.”
Luciana had heard about Satanism and devil worshippers
but had never met one or a cult. Her curiosity peeked and asked more about the
practice. Freda was a little hesitant to talk about it with her but said,
“Lucy, I am going to let Roxy explain it to you, she is the cult leader, she
knows everything there is to worship Satan and coming from her, will make it
easier to understand. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t get into it with you?”
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