Luciana, Santanic Hispanic Woman - Kindle book

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?”