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About the author:
Tina Bell is a new author with great hopes and dreams. She longs to take fans on a journey of tun and excitement as she turns writing into a full-time career, and then into something even more.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book was a challenge because it was the first full-length novel I’ve published. It’s also a new genre for me. I hope the book will prove successful enough to propel me into my next novel, an erotic supernatural mystery.
Here is a short sample from the book:
A female voice, cold and powerful, penetrated her unconsciousness and swept the darkness away.
“Lachtstein minvar bramos weicchir…”
Musty, warm air filled her nostrils. Her eyes opened slowly, feeling thick and heavy. Old stone above, stained with traces of soot. Worn blocks of it forming an arched ceiling, the cracks between filled with fuzzy white cobwebs and blue-green lichen. Flickering orange light bathed the stone, crawling with undecipherable shadows. A hand…fingers…a figure?
“Jeebus jeebus altarra jeebus…”
She blinked and tried to move but every muscle in her body was frozen almost completely stiff. Hard stone pressed into the skin of her back and buttocks. She realized she was laying down, and that she had no clothing. I’m naked. Where am I? What’s going on?
A dancing orange light caught her eye and she tried to turn her head towards it. Black candles perched in a ring of ornate cast-iron standing candelabras, their tall flames lighting an erie stone-walled room. They cast a figure above her in shadow, but she could make out a hooded and robed woman. The shadowy woman spoke the nonsensical words echoing through the room. The robe hung open and beneath the black fabric, pale flesh of the woman’s nude body curved enticingly through light and shadow. No, not black, she realized. The fabric was the colour of old dried blood.
Of the speaker’s face, only gleaming red lips were visible, corners curling up in smile as they moved. “The sacrifice awakens.”
The sacrifice willed her body to move but it failed her, barely reacting. From her position in relation to the speaker, she realized that she must be laying on a raised surface because she was hip-high off the floor. Fright bubbled through her sluggish mind and she felt frustrated by her bonds. Her eyes sought answers around the room.
A circle of more hooded and robed women ringed her and the speaker in the center. They murmured something indistinct, hands raised, palms up in the air before them as if in supplication; some kind of twisted, evil acolytes. Candlelight played over the bare bodies visible in the openings of their robes. All were female, and young, like her. The sacrifice tried to speak but her mouth too was frozen. Worried and helpless, she could only use her mind’s voice. Who are you? What is this?
The speaker standing over her raised delicate hands, dragging the sacrifice’s eyes towards them. She held an inverted iron cross, dull gray in the dim light. The hands rose further.
The sacrifice’s eyes widened. It wasn’t a cross. It was a sword. An ancient, rust-pitted blade slid up into view. Fear flushed through her body. She struggled to move but was helpless. Fear evolved into panic. Her heart thumped but with a frozen chest she could only manage short, rapid breaths, the inability to get enough air fueling her wildly rising emotions. No – please – what is this? Stop! Stop! Franticly she sought a way out. Her eyes roamed the room but found nothing. She searched for what held her still and found nothing.
The speaker rotated the sword in her hands, bringing the blade to point at the ceiling. “With this blade, we deliver your sacrifice. We deliver the blood and life you desire.” Her glossy red lips kissed the old steel. Then she rotated the blade down again and stretched her arms out.
The sacrifice fought hard to lift her head and and see down her own body. The sword’s point hovered a finger’s breadth over her smooth belly. Sweat speckled her goose-bumped skin. Her mind’s voice shrieked in terror. Stop! Let me go! Somebody help me!
Her eyes squeezed shut and she anxiously forced all her will into her limbs but her cursed body only trembled, refusing to break free of whatever mysterious bonds held her. She sagged down, frustrated. Despair joined her panic. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. Why can’t I move? What’s wrong with me? Move, damn it! Come on!
The speaker noted the sacrifice’s movements and smiled evilly. She raised the blade, then plunged it down.
The sacrifice’s body jerked as her core muscles severed and the tension in them released. A sharp burn then a cold shock of pain stabbed through the young woman as the steel plunged through her tender, once flawless body. She could feel a vibration ripple through her skin as the tip of the sword struck hard at the stone beneath her back. Horrified, she froze, staring at the sword. No…no…impossible…
The killer gave the hilt a sharp turn of the wrist, twisting the blade in the ruined body. Then she jerked it out along with a fountain of red liquid.
The twisting sword created ungodly amounts of pain. It was worse than anything she’d ever felt before. The sacrifice felt blood spatter across her own torso and watched droplets spray the speaker’s chest and face. The blood was warm. Her blood. She wept. No. This isn’t happening…
“With this sacrifice we feed a demon. With this life, we beg their presence.” the speaker gleefully intoned.
The sacrifice felt a trickle of liquid spill down the sides of her torso. It must be her blood. With pain and fear, she broke the bond over her mouth and sobbed. “Why?” she managed to croak out.
“As the sacrifice dies, give us the power of dark gods. Give us the power to control the demon’s mischief. May the giving of this life open the gates of Hell. Come forth, prince of the night, dark king of kings in all your eternal, evil glory.”
The sacrifice sobbed. Her body was useless. She was surrounded by insane freaks. She felt so helpless. Why doesn’t someone save me? I’m going to die! She looked at the speaker, voice begging as she tried to make sense of all this. “Why me?”
The leader held the bloodied blade up once again, the hilt before her unseen eyes, vivid red ichor trickling first down grey steel, then over white fingers. “Demon, come forth, we call you with the lifeblood of this sacrifice. Come forth and grant us your powers!”
The sword plunged down again into the young woman’s helpless body, creating another explosion of screeching pain. The leader’s breasts bounced with the effort of stabbing her victim and the sacrifice felt her own breasts move at the strength of the blow as more blood splashed across her skin. She felt it pooling at her waist and imagined it dripping down the stone altar to the floor.
The leader grinned wide with obvious eagerness. She brought the sword up and then hacked wildly at the sacrifice.
Burning steel screamed through her body with each swing. She actually felt her flesh parting. Felt more warm blood. Saw it splash the bodies of the acolytes around them. A bright glow emerged from all around her. Dazed and in shock, she very slowly turned her head, unable to watch her own mutilation any longer.
Light emerged from a white ring filled with cursive script and countless symbols painted into the stone floor. Inside the circle were lines. She recognized it as some kind of pentagram, though the symbols and writing were unfamiliar. The voices of the acolytes rose to a frenzy but for some reason their words remain indistinct. The room grew hot and she felt sweat mingling with the blood pooling on the altar. She looked up again.
She watched the leader’s mouth split into an open smile of triumph as she raised her arms, holding the sword in one hand, no longer focused on her sacrifice, but on the wall behind the victim’s head, where the bound young woman could not see.
“Aloheim erohira! Aloheim erohira! Aloheim erohira!” the leader shouted, chest heaving with exertion, sweat running between her breasts and creating trails in the blood spattered there.
The chamber grew even hotter. A new light, this time red, emerged from behind the sacrifice’s head, from whatever the leader was facing. As bizarre and impossible at it was, the sacrifice guessed that it was some portal and whatever demon they’d been calling had at last responded. She coughed weakly, metallic-tasting blood coming up to stain her teeth and lips. She felt her life ebbing away, her limbs growing chilled. Tears flowed freely. I’m dying. I’m going to die. I don’t want to die! I don’t…
The leader lifted her chin and the shadows peeled away from her face. “Aloheim erohira! Aloheim erohira! Aloheim erohira!” her chanting reached a crescendo, her eyes manic with feral excitement.
The victim saw the revealed features above and a silent wail of rage tore through her mind. You! No! You bitch! You crazy bitch! I don’t want to die! Don’t do this! Stop! Reaching deep inside herself for every bit of life and willpower which hasn’t yet bled out all over the floor, she found her voice and screamed. “Nooooo!”
* * * *
Banging woke Tai Trudeau from a hot dream. He was unwilling to allow his eyes to open, still able to picture the girl in his mind, knowing the light would banish her image. He lay still, enjoying the way she moved behind his eyelids and relished the unbelievably real emotions that swirled through his mind. It had been one of those special, rare dreams where he fell absolutely and totally in love with a girl, more in love than he could imagine feeling in real life, the ultimate safe, secure, perfect emotion. And the way they’d made physical love, so utterly in synch, so complete together, so fucking sexy! He wanted to savour it. He wanted it to last forever.
But the banging grew louder. He heard a female voice shouting. Reluctantly, he kicked the sheets aside and spilled out of the single bed. He was clad only in a pair of black boxer shorts decorated with a happy face. Checking his spiky, dirty blond hair, now a mess, and his vivid green eyes in a mirror, he yawned, flexed his abs (they always looked best in the morning before any food or drink) and went downstairs to get the door.
Tai’s apartment was two floors. The top had a bedroom and bathroom, and there was a kitchen and small entryway below. Stepping onto the cold tile of the entry, he opened the door.
His visitor’s musical Parisian French accent was as bright and warm as the rising sun. She smiled, practically creating a second sunrise. “Wow.” she said with a mocking lift of her eyebrows. “I didn’t think you’d ever get down here. Almost thought you’d found a girl and slept over at her place.”
“Good morning, Yvet.” he mumbled sleepily. His eyes roamed over her.
She was beautiful, as always. A dainty face with incredibly rich brown eyes framed by elegant, cascading hair the colour of grape juice but which ‘fashionable’ people called a wine hue. It shone in the morning light, as did her milky skin. She wore a fitted cream-coloured sweater dress which barely reached below her tight buttocks. It seductively revealed a lithe, athletic body and amazingly long, graceful legs. They were her favourite feature and she was always showing them off. Her delicate feet were strapped into tall brown high-heeled sandals.
“Réveille-toi, mon ami!” Wake up, my friend! Yvet looked down and saw Tai’s morning erection standing stiff and proud under his boxers. “Oh, and good morning to mister happy too, wow.” With a smile, she playfully petted the penis and squeezed past into the apartment.
“Shit. Hey!” Tai turned beat red and tried to cover himself up as he closed the door. “Can I help you?” He ran upstairs to find some pants.
She followed him more leisurely. “Oui, you weren’t answering your phone or computer. Mom and dad want to video call you.”
Yvet wasn’t actually related. She was an exchange student from France who had lived with Tai and his parents a couple of years ago. She’d grown so close to his folks that she referred to them as her second family. Now she and Tai were in the same university, both in second year. Her apartment was also on campus, not far away.
Tai rolled his eyes as he pulled a pair of surfer shorts on. “It’s too early to video call. Or regular call. Or get out of bed. I was having a really good dream.”
Yvet chuckled as she entered the bedroom. “I noticed.” She plopped down on the bed. “But they called me and I was already doing my morning workout. I promised I’d wake you.”
Tai sighed and sat down at his desk. He hit the keyboard of his laptop and the screen came alive. In seconds he was dialing his parents. They appeared quickly, probably having waited for him. Of course. When Yvet says she’s going to do something, she delivers.
“Good morning, son.”
“Did Yvet wake you up?”
“Right here, mama!” Yvet appeared behind Tai and threw her arms around him. She smiled and Tai’s mom lit up.
“Oh, don’t you just make the cutest couple.”
“Mom!” Tai protested.
“Well, you do.”
“Uh, no.” he replied flatly.
“I don’t see why not. You’d be lucky to have her.” His mother pointed out.
“Oui, he would be.” Yvet agreed charmingly.
A balding head butted into the frame. “Especially since you can’t seem to get yourself a date at all on your own.”
“Good morning, dad…”
“Bonjour, papa!” Hello, father!
The older man’s voice was gruff but friendly. “You’re in second year now. Are you ever going to get a girlfriend?”
“Dad, lay off, please.”
He didn’t, as he never did, of course. “Haven’t you given Imari any more thought? She’s cute, she adores you. I mean she practically throws herself at you. And now she’s even in the same university as you.”
“Dad, I’ve said it a thousand times, she’s like a sister. We grew up together. We’ve known each other since diapers, literally. And I know that because mom is always bringing those pictures out. I just don’t feel that way about her.”
The old man snorted dismissively. “If you liked being a virgin so much, you should have joined the church. We sent you to university to get laid.”
“I thought I was here to study.”
“You can do that too. But if you don’t start hanging out with a cute girl or two I’m going to start worrying that your tools might not be in working order.”
“Oh, they are.” Yvet happily jumped in. “I can readily verify that everything is in good working order.”
Tai’s mom’s eyes widened. “You two -”
“No!” Tai scowled, face hot. He looked away. “Did you two call for a reason, or you just want to embarrass me out of boredom?”
“Of course we have a reason.” His mother said reassuringly. “I need your mailing address. I have a package to send you.”
Tai sighed. He rattled off his address.
“Thank you.” She finished writing on a notepad in front of her. “Now, I’m sure you two have a very busy day of classes and studying to get to.”
“And Yvet?” his father added.
“Better double check the equipment again. Give it a good workout and let me know. Give me some piece of mind later.”
Tai exploded out of his seat. “Dad! Jeez!”
Yvet smiled cheerfully. “Don’t worry, I will. And if I don’t, I’ll find someone who can.”
“That’s our girl.” The parents waved goodbye and signed out.
Tai gratefully killed the connection.
“So, shall we conduct that check right now…” Yvet teased, her hand snaking around his bare waist.
Tai leaped away, blushing nervously. “Out. I have to get ready for school.”
Yvet laughed. “Ok. I haven’t had breakfast yet. I’m going to steal some cereal.”
“Whatever.” Tai closed the door behind her. He threw himself down on the rumpled bed.
He pictured Yvet. He remembered the feel of her hand on his cock in the doorway. The way she smiled at him. Imagined her taking his cock in her hand and squeezing him. Pushing her into the kitchen. Pushing her skirt up. Lifting her onto the table. Kneeling between her legs and eating her pussy, her impossibly long legs wrapped around his head. Bending her over and sliding his cock into her. Fucking her. Cumming inside her.
He groaned. His cock had regained its hardness and throbbed, anxious for attention. He longed to touch it and relieve the pressure, thinking about his French pseudo-sister and cumming with her name on his lips. Maybe cumming between her lips. But he dare not with her right downstairs and no lock on this bedroom door. Things had been different when they had lived together for a year. He’d had a door with a lock back then and had secretly cum a hundred times thinking about her. But the nature of their relationship had stopped him from ever acting further on his desire.
She was always so friendly, so playful. She often teased him like she did today, and it drove his private fantasies wild. But he dared not do anything about it. He had no idea if she actually liked him that way or just toyed with him and he was too scared to ask. He couldn’t have done anything at all with her while she lived under his parents’ roof. How awkward would that be when he screwed things up? His parents doted on her and would kill him if he did anything to hurt her, even accidentally. He could imagine how uncomfortable it would be if she was pissed at him or whatever, the two forced to see each other every day because she was doing home-stay and unable to move anywhere else until her year was up. Losing her as a friend would suck. Losing the idea that she might one day be more, however unrealistic that seemed to be, was even worse. So he’d figured he’d wait for things to change.
He’d thought that would happen here in university, but it hadn’t. They hung out all the time. But she still called his parents mom and dad. She used his place like a sister, like it was her second home, totally comfortable around him. She was as close to him as Imari now. As much as he wanted to have sex with her, he also didn’t want to screw up their relationship. He loved having her as a friend. She was smart, cool, funny, playful, kind. He didn’t want to lose that. But still, she was so hot…
At least there were plenty of other hot chicks on campus he could fantasize about and chase after without anything to hold him back. Like Rina Sakura, his dream girl. Who, unfortunately, was completely out of reach and didn’t even know he existed. My dad’s right. I’m a second year already and I’ve never even touched a girl’s tits. I’m pathetic. He sighed and got off the bed. Fuck it. Whatever. I’ve got to get ready for class.
* * * *
Early fall was a gorgeous time to be on campus. The university’s grounds were forested with huge old trees and their leaves were turning into the warm golds and reds of autumn. Morning glories trailed up and around bushes and buildings and signposts and street lights. They unfurled under the morning sun, bursts of burgundy and sky blue, snow white and baby pink, leaves and petals sparking with morning dew. The crispness of the night air vanished quickly with dawn but hinted at increasingly colder mornings to come. It was the season of Thanksgiving and Halloween, and the fall semester.
School was in full swing. Tai threaded his way through thousands of other young adults, books and laptops slung over their shoulders, rushing to their next lecture or gathered together in small groups and greeting each other with steaming fresh cups of coffee. Campus was alive with youthful optimism and determination.
Making his way past the main library, Tai saw his friend Shin and angled to meet up. They had first period class together.
“Hey.” Tai greeted, elbowing Shin in the shoulder.
Shin turned and nodded. “Hey.” Shin was a shorter than Tai, half-Chinese and half-Sri Lankan, the latter heritage giving him light brown skin. Black hair was cropped short, swept up in a tiny wave to a point over his forehead. A preference for video games over sports resulted in a bony, un-athletic build. Shin was also in second year and twenty years old, the same as Tai and Yvet. An ambitious Commerce student, he was dressed in typical button up shirt and slacks and even wore a tie. He sneered at a girl walking by in pajamas. “Fucking lame. So many university students are lazy ass bitches. They don’t even bother to dress properly half the time.”
Tai pictured his morning visitor. “Yvet does.” he noted dreamily.
“Oh, hell yes, she does.” Shin grinned. “Man, I’d love to wreck her. One of these days…”
Tai snorted. “Good luck with that. She hates you. Because you’re always leering over her and trying to see up her skirt.”
“Because that skirt is worth seeing up!” He gave Tai a sideways glance. “You’re such a lucky ass with her always hanging out at your place. And she lived with your family for a year! If she’d lived in my house like that I’ve have banged her so often she wouldn’t even be able to walk right any more.”
“And you wonder why she never says yes to you?” Tai shook his head.
“You have to stop being a pussy and fuck her.”
“I told you, no. I’m not going to screw things up. I…like her.”
“Lame. You’re going to be a virgin forever.”
“Look who’s talking. All mouth and no action. As always.”
“Hey, I’m going to take action. Soon.”
Shin just shrugged.
“Who? Kim Blackroot?” Tai rolled his eyes. “She is so weird.”
“She is not!” Shin looked off dreamily into the distance. “That gothic witch look is so hot! Always wearing those tight little black dresses. Or the corsets and skirts. Fucking sexy! Tight little body. Come on, tell me her face isn’t ridiculously beautiful.”
“She’s cute.” Tai acknowledged. “But the whole magic club thing? They’re so not popular.”
“And we are?” Shin added sourly, “Fuck, I wanna get laid.”
“So do I. Being alone sucks. But I don’t think you have much chance with Kim. Those magic club girls are so hostile and defensive. Especially to guys. Hence everyone figures they’re actually a lesbian club.”
Shin sighed. “I just need to get some time with her. Get to know her somehow. If I can get her to like me, I can get in. I’d love to go out with her. I’ll bet she’s so freaky and hot in bed.”
A group of students caught Tai’s eye. A dozen guys circled a couple of smoking-hot girls. One was blonde, all curves like she stepped out of a porno. The other was fine features and Asian elegance, a body designed for Playboy and a mind he heard was near the top of her class in pre-law. “And I’d love to go out with Rina. Not gonna happen.”
“Dude, give that up. Rina Sakura is a professional model. She’s one of the hottest, most popular girls on campus and president of the student council. If you even walked up to that group right now, all those muscle heads would crush you just for looking at her. There’s no way you could out-compete them.”
“But what if could just spend some time with her? Get to know her somehow?” Tai asked mockingly.
“Very funny.” Shin replied. “Her mom’s a Yakuza princess whose dad is the head of a mob family in Japan, ultra dangerous. Her father’s the head of a big international company. Any guy she dates right now is just a toy she plays with until she finds some rich, equally connected prince of a guy her parents will approve of.”
“Maybe she’ll marry for love.”
“I’m Asian. Trust me, I know this stuff. We Asians are family oriented. We do what our parents want us to do. Besides, why wouldn’t she fall in love with mister rich, powerful and successful? What girl isn’t going to fall in love with a guy who drives an expensive ride? Girls are all about the money. Asian girls like her are really, really all about the money.”
Tai scowled. “It’s so unfair. How are guys like us supposed to get decent girls without rich parents? Fucking second year already and nothing. This sucks. Why is it so hard to get a girl interested in you?”
“Because we’re university students. We don’t have any money. Or cars. Or social status.” Shin nodded towards a familiar girl hustling towards them. “You could always fuck Imari. You know she wants it.”
Tai looked up and saw his childhood friend. “Man, no. I told you. She’s like a sister. No.” He watched her coming and recognized the strange new stirrings he’d been getting around her lately. She had filled out a lot over the past couple of years. She’d literally always been the skinny girl-next-door, a year younger than Tai at school. But recently she’d developed curves that turned a lot of heads. Even if she seemed oblivious to the attention, Tai certainly wasn’t. And he found himself giving her the kind of attention he never had before. It was confusing.
Shin shrugged. “Ok, don’t. Then you don’t mind if I do.”
“I just said, like a sister. Hands off.”
Shin chuckled lasciviously. “I won’t use my hands.”
“I said no.”
Shin snorted. “Why? I’m not good enough for your sister? I thought we were friends.”
Tai sighed. “Just forget about it.”
“Good morning!” Imari Ilandia greeted as she met up with them. “How are you?” She brushed one of her twin side-ponytails back over her shoulder and gave Tai a warm, open smile that reached her hazel brown eyes. The bangs of her chocolate brown hair hung over a very cute face that still had a lot of teenage cuteness.
“Fine.” Tai replied with studied casualness. “You?” Unsure about his feelings or how he should be feeling, Tai deliberately forced himself to be cool around her and tried not to give in to the signals his cock was sending him. It would just be too weird to develop a thing for Imari. Everyone knew she liked him, but he was sure that giving in to that would turn awkward and quickly spoil their relationship.
“Good. All ready for English 204. Mid-term is today.”
Tai nodded and surreptitiously checked her out as she fell into step with them on the cobble stoned plaza. Imari owned the whole hot little school girl thing. Her last two years before university were in a uniformed private school and she’d fallen in love with Korean/Japanese style school uniforms. She favored button up blouses with preppy logos and pleated short skirts. Sometimes she wore a brightly coloured bow or large necklace over her chest, today it was a plaid tie hanging loose, draped between enticing medium-sized breasts. Her youthful, innocent image was enhanced by knee-high socks and medium high, closed toed heels.
Did he maybe want to have sex with her? Sure. He admitted it, she’d grown up and gotten hot. But she wasn’t the kind of girl you just hooked up with and moved on. They had a long and very close relationship. She was the kind of girl you dated seriously. For a long time. Which made sleeping with other people afterwards impossible unless you cheated, and he couldn’t do that to her. He could never hurt her. He cared about her too much.
Shin half smiled, half leered at her. “Hey Imari, I was thinking. Maybe we should go out some time.”
Imari tried to smile politely, unsure how to respond. “Uh, well…”
Not sure why, but feeling the need to be protective of Imari, Tai punched Shin lightly in the lower back. “Dude! What did I just say? No hitting on her.”
Shin grunted. “Fine. OK.” He scowled and looked elsewhere.
Imari glanced at Tai with a shy smile and then took his arm possessively. Then she looked across his chest to her friend. “Shin, I thought you were going to ask Kim out.”
“I am.” he insisted. “I just need to find a reason to talk to her.”
“You can’t just wait for a chance.” the girl insisted. “Go up and talk to her.”
“Are you kidding? She doesn’t know who I am. We had class together once. If I just walked up to her and asked her out she’d look at me like I was crazy and shoot me down so hard.”
“Ok, maybe. Then you need a smooth way to start a conversation. Like a joke. Or talk about something she’s into. Like magic.”
“I don’t know anything about magic. Besides, that stuff’s for kids.”
“You want to date her. You know black magic and supernatural stuff is her thing and your’e laughing at it now. How could you ever date her if you don’t take the stuff she likes seriously? She’s not going to be interested in some guy who laughs at what she believes in.”
“Come on, that hocus-pocus BS? That’s like trying to pick up some retarded religion because some girl’s a faith nut.”
“Ok, so why do you want to go out with her?”
“Because she’s hot as hell, obviously.”
“You just want to have sex with her, not date her. Dating implies mutual respect and caring about each other, not belittling someones values or beliefs while doing them.”
“Whatever. What do you know about relationships? You get your first boyfriend yet?”
“No!” Imari said too hurriedly. “But at least I understand how girls work. Maybe you should learn if you don’t want to be a virgin forever.”
Tai laughed. “Ouch. True.”
“Really, Tai? Listen to the kettle calling the pot black. Please, you don’t know anything about chicks either, virgin. If you know so much, why not go talk to Rina.”
Imari’s eyebrows rose. “Rina who?”
Tai shoved Shin with one hand. “Dude, shut up.”
“Rina Sakura. Didn’t you know Tai’s got a big crush on her? Thinks she’s the hottest girl on campus.” Shin pointed towards Rina. “Asian girl in the middle of that ring over there.
Imari looked over and strained to see the girl in question. A gap in the guys opened and revealed Rina. Imari visibly deflated. “Oh.” she murmured.
Tai turned to Shin and angrily mouthed “What the fuck?” silently.
Shin shrugged unapologetically.
Imari recovered and continued to banter about relationships with Shin but Tai looked down at Imari’s arm linked with his, caught an alluring whiff of her perfume, and his mind wandered.
They’d always done everything together and were as close as two people could be. Since they’d been toddlers, their mothers had babysat for each other. The kids had considered both houses to be one, scampering back and forth at all hours, often sharing meals. She’d been sent away to private school for her last couple of years of high school and they hadn’t seen much of each other recently until she’d enrolled here.
While Tai was in his second year of school, he was still unsure of what he really wanted to study or where to aim his future. Imari though already knew what she wanted to do with her life. She studied to become an elementary school teacher and Tai knew with certainty that she’d be a natural and very good. She was always so kind and friendly to everyone. Great with kids. Calm and patient.
He sighed to himself. She’d make a good wife someday. Of course, he was WAY too young to be thinking about anything like that. But she’d be a good girlfriend too. Dammit! Why did decisions about girls suddenly seem so difficult? And since when did he think about his future so much? All it did was seem to screw him up, make him afraid to do things, to choose things, for fear of making the wrong choice. Like he only got one shot at everything and the thought of making any wrong decision was terrifying. He knew it paralyzed him. That’s why he was still in his second year of university and had no degree in mind. And why he was still a virgin. But, try as he might, he really had no idea how to make the decision process easier.
Chase girls? Chase Imari? Chase Yvet? Try to sleep around or try to get serious with someone? Becoming a playboy didn’t seem very realistic given his circumstances. No money and a general arts degree weren’t impressing anyone. The first thing students at university ask each other when they first meet is “So, what are you studying?” Pre-med, law, finance, these things got girls interested. And naked. Because when they looked at a guy, girls naturally calculated potential long term future and assessed potential status and dollar signs. Even if it was only for one night. But when Tai opened his mouth, his stats bored more girls than anything else.
Imari was right here. He could turn to her right now and ask her out and he knew for certain that she’d say yes and within a couple of dates they could probably have sex. But he knew he’d have to date her seriously. And he had this bizarre feeling like choosing Imari of all his potential choices regarding girls, would be ‘settling’. He felt terrible even thinking that Imari was ‘settling’ and that she should ever feel like some kind of lesser choice, and yet he kind of did. Why did that feeling come up?
Was it because she was a ‘sure thing’? Too easy and no challenge? Wow, that made him sound like a terrible person. Was it because he knew that culture dictated that once you hooked up with a girl, the objective was marriage and kids and that was the last girl you were ever supposed to have sex with for the rest of your life and that idea scared him right now? Why? Imari is a fantastic girl. Anyone would be blessed to have her.
He had to admit, his cock pretty much ruled his life right now. And his cock wanted to fuck every hot girl he saw. Was his biology that much in control? Was it all about natural selection, the innate process behind evolution that drove him into this frenzy of uncertainty? He desperately wanted to fuck as many women as possible, and he knew that, as far as his primal brain was concerned, that meant getting as many women as possible pregnant, so that he would have the best chance of passing along his genes. Basic biology. But trying to sleep around wasn’t going to net him great, intimate and loving relationships. In fact, fucking Imari, or trying to fuck Yvet, would probably ruin the loving relationships he had with those girls already because his desire for experience would probably sabotage his commitment. But it would mean getting laid.
He mentally clenched his fists in frustration. Gaaahhh! What the hell should I do?
* * * *
It was just before one o’clock. Tai and Shin sat on the warm grass outside the student hall having lunch. Dozens of other students were also clustered around them under the shade of the big trees, books and food scattered everywhere. The smell of french fries and coffee and Chinese food and pizza wafted around them. Tai, always hungry, devoured a toasted submarine sandwich layered with sweet ham, savory roast chicken, crisp lettuce, juicy tomato and melted mozzarella drizzled with black pepper and cream sauce. Tai loved sandwiches. He took another big bite.
Two guys and two girls sauntered into the middle of the grass, loudly chatting, heedless of others using the space. They plunked down and carried on an abrasive conversation only a few meters from Tai and Shin. Both of the guys were buff, one black, one caucasian, both full of bluster and arrogant confidence. Tai focused a lot more on the girls. They were goddesses with mini shorts that showed ass cheek, tall heels, tiny t-shirts that emphasized huge breasts, and lots of makeup. Tai’s eyes were glued to the pair.
Shin rolled his eyes as he saw the black guy. “Aw man, it’s Tyrone Williams. He’s such a dick.”
A group of geeky-looking students right next to the new foursome was obviously uncomfortable. A very rotund guy in a stripped shirt and glasses took a deep breath and turned to the newcomers.
“Hey guys. Uh, sorry to intrude, but you’re being super loud.”
The black guy, Tyrone turned around and gave the speaker a look of exaggerated surprise. Tai noticed the tattoo of a skull and crossbones on the back of his polished, bald head. “Wow. Holy fatness, Batman!”
“Look at the moobs on you. Jeez. You have bigger tits than your sister here.”
“That’s my girlfriend.”
“Your sister is your girlfriend? Figures. Maybe it’s a fat person thing.”
“Do you have a problem?”
“Yeah. I came here to eat my lunch in the fresh, wide open air. But it’s not what I expected, because you make the air thicker. You know, because you take up more space. Because you’re one obese motherfucker.”
The girlfriend looked at Tyrone unbelievingly. “That’s really rude!”
“And making the air thicker isn’t?”
The fat guy shook his head and turned his back to ignore the bully.
But Tyrone saw that and turned himself fully towards his victim, determined to redouble his efforts. “Well, I guess it partly makes up for the fact that your sister slash girlfriend is so flat. What I really want to know is – how do you live with yourself? I mean we’ve got homeless people, people on welfare, starving children in developing countries, and here you are chowing down like food’s going out of style. Or maybe you’re trying to save up for the winter? Is that it? Are you bulking up for hibernation, fat-ass?”
The girlfriend tried to pull her man away. “Bob, come on, let’s just go.” They stood and their friends followed suit.
“Bob?” The bully howled with laughter. “No, you’re not serious? Your name is Bob? That is the – fattest – name – ever. Hey, riddle me this, when you’re fucking your sister, how do you make that work? I mean, you got this massive belly, right? Can you even see your cock? Or where to put it?”
Bob looked angry, but impotent. “Shut up.”
Tyrone stood and came closer, using his greater height and very muscular body to physically intimidate, but keeping his voice casual and mocking. “You try to fuck her and all she gets is belly hammering into her because it sticks out farther than your little pee pee. Then what? You get so excited you cum on the bed and she pretends you were amazing?”
“Go away.” Bob’s voice wavered.
Tyrone was obviously loving it; the other guy and the two sexy girls were cheering him on. “I’ll bet that’s why she’s looking at me with those fuck-me eyes. Yeah. She wants some of this big black snake to make her moan because you just can’t satisfy her. Unless she humps your gut. Or is it the moobs that turn her on? Maybe at home she puts you in a dress and plays with them and calls you Bobette? Bobette the Bitch.”
Tai shook his head. His blood was fired up. He hated bullies. He’d suffered more than his share growing up. “Fucking guy.” he hissed.
“What are you going to do?” Shin shrugged without concern. “Look around. No one is coming to the guy’s defense and they can all hear this crap. Just leave it. He’ll be gone soon.”
“Sit here and let the damage get done? When I can stand up and do something about it?”
“Tai, what are you going to do? There’s two of them. And they’re huge. They will kick your ass.”
“This is wrong.”
“Then why doesn’t the guy stand up for himself? Why don’t his friends? There’s like six of them.”
“They should. But so what? I shouldn’t act because of their weakness and their bad decision? That guy is being a total asshole. What he’s doing is wrong and I have a responsibility to do something. So do you.”
“No way. There’s no way I’m going to try and fight those guys. They’d kick our asses.”
“That’s not good enough reason not to do anything.”
“Hey, you want to take a trip to the hospital, you go right ahead. Get your face punched in. I’ll wait here.”
“Friends are supposed to have each other’s back. Thanks for nothing.”
Tai stood and walked over to where the black guy was now face to face with the fat student. The victim had broken down into tears and Tyrone was crowing with triumph.
Tai raised his voice and spoke directly to all the students sitting dumbly around the incident, doing nothing. “This is bullying. When people just sit around and watch bullying, and don’t do anything to stop it, they’re just as guilty as the bully.”
Tyrone turned to look at the intruder. “Who the fuck is this?”
“There’s one of him. There’s like fifty of us sitting here right now. Why aren’t any of you doing anything right now? Do you think this guy deserves to be hurt like this? You like being a part of it, letting it happen, encouraging this piece of shit bully by silently condoning it?”
“Big fucking guy over here. Look at you being Bobette the Bitch’s hero.”
Tai ignored him and continued. “Or are you all cowards? Too scared to stand up for yourselves? Too selfish to stand up for your fellow student? Maybe you want him bullying you next, huh? You want to be his next victim?”
“Hey, little bitch. I’m talking to you!” Angry at being ignored, Tyrone shoved Tai backwards. “You here to defend that fat fuck?”
Tai managed to stay on his feet. He turned his attention to his attacker. “No.” Tai replied flatly.
“No?” Tyrone laughed and nodded towards his weeping victim. “You’re not hear to save fatty’s bacon from getting fried?”
Tai shook his head. “No. I’m not here for him. He was getting bullied. He should have stood up for himself. And if he couldn’t do it alone, his friends should have stood by him. They didn’t.”
“Oh yeah? So why are you being dumb enough to get up in my business right now?”
“I’m here to stand up for what’s right. Bullying is for losers. This is university. We’re adults now. Why don’t you act like it?”
Tyrone’s voice rose in an ultra-mocking tone. “Bullying is for losers. This is university. We’re adults now. Why don’t you act like it?” he laughed and sneered. “Oh I get it, you’re Bobette’s real girlfriend, aren’t you?”
“Your crap won’t work on me.”
“Oh, listen to that, everyone!” Tyrone shouted. “Bobette’s girlfriend isn’t scared. He’s a real tough guy.” Tyrone leaned in and pushed Tai again. “Maybe we should just see how tough, bitch.”
The white guy made a boxing motion. “Break his face, Tyrone.”
“Fuck him up, Ty!” one of the girls called.
Tyrone continued in a raised voice, making sure everyone heard him. “Come on, bitch. Let’s go. Come on.”
Tai snorted. “Look at you. You’ve got a paper personality. Projecting yourself, forcing yourself on everyone around you, trying to dominate them for no good reason. Raising your voice does not make you stronger, or better or more intelligent than someone else. It makes you more obnoxious. As far as intimidation goes, that only works on kids, and my old man gave me far worse growing up than you’ll ever do, so if that’s all you got, bring it. At least I got you to stop hurting the guy not strong enough to take your total lack of self respect, your lack of manners and your lack of common sense.”
Tyrone’s voice lowered dangerously. He continued in his mocking voice, making direct and unblinking eye contact with Tai. “Fuckin’ smart guy, huh? What, you take a psych course and think you can read me now? Think you can talk yourself out of me beatin’ the shit out of you?”
Tai refused to let himself waver. He was terrified, afraid that at any moment his voice would break, he’d stutter, break the bully’s eye contact. Anything would be a sign of weakness, and the moment that happened, the bully would win. He’d be relentless. Tai knew he had to be strong. To prove to himself that he could do this. To show everyone else here, everyone too scared to stand up to Tyrone that it was possible. That it was the right thing to do. Tai carefully kept his voice unruffled. “You’re pathetic. Insulting wit is not intelligence. I don’t have to come up with bullshit reparte and banter with you. I don’t have to try and out-shout you. I don’t have to try and look cool. None of that shit really matters.”
“Aw, what’s wrong? Not smart enough to come back at me? This is your play? Boring me to death?” The bully laughed cruelly. His gang joined in but with less enthusiasm than before. Their vocal encouragement quickly died off.
Tai stood firm. “Don’t you get it? You’re losing right now. Do I look scared of you? Do I look intimidated? Shaken? Embarrassed? No. Not at all. So all this stuff you’re doing only serves to make you look stupid and immature. All these people watching are losing respect for you with each syllable you utter. Try to think beyond this moment. If you ever needed any one of them for help, if you ever worked alongside any of them at a job and wanted to get along, if you ever walked into their place of business in the future and wanted something, all of them would laugh in your face because of what you’re doing right now.”
“Like I give a shit about any of these people. Now or in the future. They are nothing compared to me.” Tyrone raised his arms and shouted, flexing. “I’m the king of this school, motherfucker.”
“Really? King of what? The grassy knoll? And why? Because you say so? You might have the power to make other insecure kids feel bad right now in order to give yourself a false sense of strength in this insulated bubble called school. But when you leave here, you’re nothing. If you were smart, you’d spend your years here developing good social skills and making connections that will pay off for you in the future. Because school doesn’t last forever. After this we’re all out in the real world. And we have to live with each other. Work with each other. All these people will remember you and they will all try to hurt you back one day when they have the opportunity, twice as bad as you hurt the people you picked on. Because they all know exactly how awful it is to be bullied and they will take any chance at revenge on a bully, even if they weren’t directly one of your victims. You could be building towards your future. Instead you’re burning bridges and that’s going to come back and burn you later too.”
“And maybe I’ll burn them.” Tyrone growled, moving his face so close to Tai’s that their noses almost touched. “Maybe I’ll go all scorched earth on their dumb asses. And then salt their lives so that nothing else ever grows there again.”
Tai surprised himself by laughing at that. “You’re a loser who can’t figure out the best way to live his life. You’re a cheap junkyard dog snarling at everyone else, crowning himself king of the hill in your mind.” Tai nodded towards the white guy. “Your only loyal subject is another loser just like you who is too scared to make his own decisions and so he follows you around waiting for your scraps. And these girls you’re trying too hard to impress? If they have any brains they’re giving second thoughts to hanging out with you in the future right now. If I were them, I’d run, because you’re a failure who’s going to drag others down with him. But the truth is, the reason they’re probably hanging out with you in the first place is because they have nothing, and are nothing too. They’re as much failures as you and just as empty as you and their low self esteem causes them to latch on to the loudest idiot at the party so they can feel like they’re hot shit for a few minutes. In between all the hours spent knowing the real truth is that they so are not hot shit at all.”
Tyrone shoved Tai to the ground. “I’ve had enough of you. I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
A new voice joined the conversation. “Hey. Maybe it’s time to cool off, man.”
Tai looked up and saw that someone else had stood up. His two friends stood up behind him. Then, like a wave, everyone around Tai and Tyrone stood up. Tai picked himself up too.
Tyrone checked himself and watched the crowd gather. He looked at Tai. He was serious, and furious, no longer playing for other people. “This isn’t over. Better watch your back.” He took a step back, turned around and picked up his bag. Then he stalked off. His gang followed. One of the girls, trailing last, looked over her shoulder at Tai for a long moment. Then they were gone.
Tai returned to Shin’s side and sat down. His limbs felt like jello, exhausted from the rush of adrenalin and fear. Hand shaking, he picked up a bottle of water and took a swig, trying to focus on his breathing.
Shin was quiet for a moment. Then he resumed eating. “Shit. Nice work, Tai.”
“Thanks.” He didn’t really feel like talking to Shin right now. He felt too annoyed that his so-called friend hadn’t moved from his seat.
The original victim of the bullying and his friends walked over. The fat guy had stopped crying but his eyes were red. He nodded at Tai. “Thanks for standing up for me like that. I appreciate it.”
Tai looked up. “I meant what I said. I didn’t do it for you. I did it because it was the right thing to do.”
The fat guy huffed and started to turn away but stopped when Tai continued.
“He can’t take anything from you unless you give it to him. Not your power, not your self respect. He can’t do anything to you unless you let him.”
The guy nodded slowly, but one of his friends spoke up.
The friend was small, and looked frail. “Yes he can. He can beat you up.”
Tai shrugged. “So?”
“So it’ll hurt!”
Tai stood up, frustrated that they were being difficult. “So what? Pain is temporary. Bruises heal. What’s inside you, what’s way more important, he can’t touch. No one can. Who and what you are is your choice and your choice only. When you choose to be stronger than him on the inside, choose to become a better person than him, he can’t really hurt you in a way that matters. The only true pain you choose give yourself. When you choose give up on yourself. It happens when you cry, when you feel beat down, when you feel small. When you choose to feel that way because you’re too scared to choose to feel stronger. Regardless of a bully’s actions, it’s your reaction, inside yourself, that determines your pain. And your strength.”
“It’s not that easy!” the fat guy’s girlfriend added indignantly.
“No, it’s not. Again, so what? What the fuck does easy have to do with it? Just because something’s challenging it’s wrong? No. You, me, everyone is capable of growing and becoming stronger. Of learning to believe in ourselves and stand up to assholes like that. Everyone. I did it. I know you can too. And I had to do it alone. You guys have a bunch of friends. Friends should help each other. Not stand around and watch one of their own get kicked around.”
The frail friend sniffed and turned away. “Come on, let’s go.”
The others followed, but the fat guy paused. He stepped closer and stuck out his hand. They shook. He smiled. “I think I just met my first real-life hero. Thank you.” He turned and jogged to catch up with his friends.
Tai sat back down. He caught Shin watching him out of the corner of his eye. Shin stared at him for a long minute, then looked away. He didn’t say anything, so Tai didn’t either.
* * * *
Tai turned the corner and saw his apartment building. And the four guys standing between him and his destination. Including Tyrone Williams.
“Shit.” Tai lurched to a halt.
They all looked up at the same time, catching his movement. They watched each other for a long moment.
Tyrone grinned unpleasantly.
Tai spun and took off. He heard them shouting behind him, exclamations of glee like hunting dogs let off the leash. He careened back around the corner and pushed himself down the street as fast as he could. The sidewalk flashed by, his sneakers skidding on patches of dirt and gravel. He tore past more residences with people just standing around watching the chase and doing nothing; past Magda’s Emporium with the smell of baked goods and coffee; past the Chrysanthemum Cafeteria and the sprawling flower gardens out front.
He glanced over his shoulder as he rounded the cafeteria. They were all big, athletic guys, probably on varsity teams or at least regular gym members, and were gaining fast. He could make out feral grins of anticipation. He swallowed hard and threaded his way through pink rhododendron bushes and signs, completely violated a Japanese sand garden and leaped over a koi pond, scattering the scared fish. He looked back.
They were even closer.
Fuck! He searched for a place to escape but he was running out of time. It was late in the afternoon and buildings were already closed and locked up. People were scarce, and after what he’d seen at lunch, he didn’t want to chance that any of the students he did see around would actually help him out. Not against the four fired up and dangerous men behind him.
He reached the edge of campus, chest heaving and lungs burning, legs almost gone. Right, left, or into the forest? Right and left were just road. They’d run him down for sure. He might have a better chance in the forest but if they caught up with him, no witness would coming by or any help. He’d be completely at their mercy.
He slowed and hesitated.
Tyrone shouted from behind. “No where left to run now, bitch! We got you!”
Fresh fear sank into Tai’s chest. Screw it, he was taking his chances in the forest. He crossed the street and dove into the trees.
The forrest was densely packed with huge, towering douglas fir trees and lots of twisting, tangling underbrush. The floor was littered with fallen trees and branches. Dead limbs snapped as he brushed past, forcing a way through. The smell of evergreens and damp earth emerged. A melodic bird called a warning from above and he startled a gray squirrel up into the branches. He came up to a tree laying on the ground. It was far thicker laying on its side than he was tall. A gap under it was maybe just big enough to get through. Climbing the sheer sides of the tree were chancier, and he was nearing exhaustion.
Tai could hear his pursuers hooting behind him, excited that he took the option that would allow them privacy. Throwing himself under the tree, he frantically crawled forward. A spongy matt of old needles pierced his clothes in dozens of places. He could smell fungus and rot and dust. His hair brushed through webs housing big spiders with long needle-like arms and bright yellow streaks. His hand clawed through the earth, crushing a fat beetle and leaving a foul-smelling green ooze on his skin. His back became became wedged the tree and he felt the spiders crawling through his hair and onto the sensitive skin of his neck.
He panicked, picturing the others finding him stuck there, feet hanging out, helpless, spiders biting into his skin. He grimaced and thrust forward as hard as he could. He felt a burn as skin scrape off his lower back. Sharp stabs of pain made him grunt as his knees bruised against small stones in the ground. Then he was through.
A hand grabbed his ankle. “Gotcha!”
Terrified, he yanked repeatedly and was able to break free. Standing, he kicked dirt and needles into the hole.
A voice cried out. “Fuck! My eyes!”
“Come on, little bitch. That’s not going to stop us.”
Tai didn’t wait to find out. He turned and ran deeper into the forest, franticly trying to brush arachnids off his head and body. He noticed that the forest was becoming darker. He wished the sun would set faster and give him a chance to hide. He tried to pick a random different direction to throw them off. Then another.
He knew they’d be able to hear him plowing through the underbrush. He wondered if he should try to find a place to hide. But he doubted he was far enough away, and finding a place would take time. So he pressed on. I’ve got to get more distance. Maybe find a way to circle back. His skin crawled and he wasn’t sure if he was just freaking out or more spiders and bugs were still on him. He shook himself off as he ran.
He started aiming his run more to his left, hoping to make a wide arch back towards campus. His lungs felt on fire now. He stumbled, legs less and less responsive. Fear and adrenalin were fading and a sense of hopelessness was creeping in. He struggled against it, knowing that if he gave in, if he allowed fear or exhaustion to take over, it would be giving up, and he’d get no mercy from the bullies. Actually, they’d probably give him worse for making them chase him. Especially the guy he’d blinded. He couldn’t give up.
He heard them crashing through the underbrush behind him, but a look back revealed no-one. Searching for a new direction, Tai spotted something off in the distance. A building? He angled towards it.
It was a really old campus building, long fallen into disuse. Windows set in lichen-caked stone walls were grimed, half covered in cobwebs. Their sills were piled high with brown needles from the trees above. He circled the building looking for a way in. Maybe he could hide inside. Or find something to defend himself with.
On the opposite side of the building was a metal door. It was slightly twisted and didn’t close all the way. Obviously someone had broken in here at some point, forcing the doors open. Tai paused at the entrance.
They’ll know I’ve gone inside as soon as they see this place. Especially if they don’t hear me running. Maybe I can throw them off, make them think I kept going.
Knowing time was short, but that the building was blocking sight of him, he took off into the forest again on his original trail. Finding a big branch, he took off his jacket and spiked it on a piece of broken wood waist high. With luck, it might seem as if he’d caught it while running through the growing darkness. Now, did he fake a cry of pain to sell it? It would give him away.
He wasted precious seconds in indecision. “Ah!” he cried out kind of lamely, not selling it the way he should have. Mentally kicking himself for not choosing more quickly and better, he ran back towards the building.
Please don’t squeal like crazy. He tested the door. It opened slowly, but quietly. His eyes flashed at the hinges. Someone must have oiled them at some point. He darted inside and pulled the door closed.
It was almost pitch black in the building, a musty smell of wood rot and dust in the air. There was only a sliver of light from the door and a far off window. He paused as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. Looking around he saw a few beat up old couches drawn up around the door, floor littered with a couple of broken bongs and other garbage. Pothead hangout. Or used to be. Doesn’t look like anyone’s been here in a while. He picked up an old lighter than seemed to have fuel in it. Could be useful as a light source. Slowly, quietly, he made his way into the building.
He heard feet rushing through the forest outside. His pursuers halted at the door, probably seeing, as he had, that it could be opened. Then a shout and more movement. Maybe they’d seen his jacket. Tai kept moving. He made it beyond the entrance room and into a hallway. That’s when he heard the door open and someone come inside.
“It’s pitch black in here.”
Tai froze. He pictured them standing in the doorway, heads tilted, trying to pick up the sounds of his flight. Seconds ticked by silently. Then he detected a slight scuffle. Feet sliding on the floor.
Very cautiously, he moved forward, feeling his way with his hands, taking care to place every foot silently. Bumping into furniture or stepping on something would totally give him away and in here, he was trapped. He wouldn’t be able to turn around and get by the bullies.
The hall grew darker fast. He emerged in another room and could see nothing. Tai placed his hand on the wall and cautiously moved along it.
“Dude, I can’t see anything in here.”
“Shut up. He can hear you.” hissed another voice. Tyrone.
Tai gulped. He waited.
“Williams, if he’s here we’ll never find him. It’s pitch black in this place. And if we hang around we won’t be able to find our way out. Or through the forest.”
“He’s here. I know it.”
“He’s a student on campus. We’ll find him again another day. Let him sweat it out a while, live in fear.”
“You’re right.” Tyrone raised his voice. “You hear that? You might have saved your ass today, but come tomorrow, or the next day, we’ll find you.”
Tai held his breath as he listened to the two pursuers make their way back down the hall. He heard the door bang open. He waited, and waited some more, fearing a trick, that one of them was hiding behind, waiting for him to stupidly reveal himself.
Soon the last rays of light had gone and there’d been no sounds for what felt like an hour. Tai took a deep breath and pulled out the lighter. He held it still. In his mind’s eye he imagined the flame coming out and seeing Tyrone’s face looking back at him out of the darkness like an evil spirit promising nothing but pain. Tai’s hand started shaking.
He took another deep, steadying breath and forced himself to control his fear. Before his flight-primed brain could construct any more dark images, he rolled the lighter wheel and sparks danced above his thumb.
There was no sound as he revealed his position. He flicked the lighter again, then again. Sparks danced. On the fourth try it lit and flame came forth, first weak, then stronger.
There was no face staring back at him. Tai breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around.
He was in a small room. Two hallways led away, including the one he’d come down. Folding tables were stacked up against one wall. Garbage littered the floor. He turned and played the light over the wall he’d been walking along. A few meters away was a door with yellow banners draped across it. He walked closer.
“Police tape?” He fingered the old yellow plastic. Why would this be here? Why this door? Then he tried the knob. It was locked solid. A naturally explorative and adventurous person, Tai’s curiosity was peaked. He examined the portal for a way to force it open. Yanking on the handle did nothing, but he noticed a small gap open when he pulled. Perhaps if he could wedge something inside it?
He searched the room and found a ruined table. Its legs were twisted and broken. One of the potheads had probably vandalized it. Tai took hold of a leg and bent it back and forth until it snapped off, getting his hands even dirtier with dust. Wielding it like a crow bar, he jammed the leg hard between the door and its frame and violently pushed the lever.
The door creaked, something snapped, and after a few tries, it swung open. Tai raised the light and saw a passage with steps leading down. Must be a basement below.
Carefully, he stepped through the doorway and made his way down the steps. As the lighter flame illuminated the stairway he saw that everything below ground level was stone. Big gray blocks of it. He felt like he was descending into a castle dungeon.
At the bottom there was a passage with several doors, and another stairway continued down below the first. More police tape sagged across the lower stairs. Obviously he had to keep going down. He ducked under the tape, got a face full of old spiderweb and descended another floor while trying to wipe his visage clean of the sticky strands.
This time there were only two choices. The first door he came across was a boiler and heating room. Nothing of interest. He kept going. The other door opened into a room but the lighter wasn’t strong enough to see much. His foot banged against something metallic.
He looked down and found a black iron candelabra. Dusty candles of black wax lay on the stone floor where they’d fallen when the candelabra had been toppled. He fitted them back into the three settings and used his lighter on them. They flared up, revealing the entire small room. Tai gasped and stepped back. “What the fuck?”
It was like the setting of a supernatural movie or pagan ritual. In the center of the room was a stone altar, a raised rectangular block about the height of his hip. A huge white ring was drawn on the floor, filled with cursive script and symbols. Inside the ring was a pentagram, its lines running over the floor and up the sides of the altar. In the center of the pentagram, on the top of the altar, was a demon-like face, with huge evil eyes and a laughing mouth filled with fangs. More candelabra were scattered about the floor. And everything, absolutely everything, was covered in old dried blood such a dark red it was almost black in the dim light.
Tai slowly walked around the room, taking it all in. It was macabre. It was bizarre. It was kind of fascinating. This room was a mystery. What had happened here? And why? Blood sacrifice? Mass murderer? Tai shook his head.
He was moving between the wall farthest from the door and the altar when a strange wave of heat came over him. It vanished so quickly that he thought he might have imagined it. Looking around for the source, he examined the wall. Something about it was off. He took out the lighter again and looked more closely. The stone here was off. Strangely smooth in places. Curved. He stepped back. It was almost as if the stone here had been stretched somehow. Bubbled. But, that was impossible. He raised a hand and laid it on the stone.
His eyes opened wide. It was warm. He peered closer. There was another flash of heat. It seared his palm. He snatched his hand back and tripped. Falling backwards, he landed hard against the head of the altar and cracked his head slightly.
“Ow. What the hell was that?” Rubbing his head, he looked around himself and stopped. His fall had knocked a panel free of the altar. There was a dark gap and a hidden recess within. Tai held the lighter in the gap.
A bundle of cloth was inside, possibly wrapping something. He reached in and took hold of it, carefully drawing it out. The cloth was old and chewed up, covered in dust. It crumbled in his hands. Indiana Jones flashed through his mind and Tai suddenly felt like an archeologist. He grinned and gently pulled the cloth away to reveal what it hid.
It was a book. Obviously very old. The cover was thick and black and despite everything, had a slightly glossy sheen. The same encircled pentagram and demon face that were on the altar were also inlaid on the cover. A thin silver chain, somehow also free of tarnish, wrapped around all four sides of the book like ribbon around a present, and tied together in a loose knot over the center. One end of the chain was fashioned like a pentagram and the other end of it pulled through the demon’s mouth. Oddly, the mouth was clamped down tight on the chain. Tai reached out and picked the silver pentagram up.
A yellow spark kicked up from the jewelry and Tai jerked his hand back, shaking it from the slight pain. “This place really has it out for me.” Looking down at the chain, he saw that the mouth had opened into a wide, fanged grin, freeing the chain. Sense of mystery growing exponentially, he stood. That’s when he came to the very odd realization that his cock had become rock hard.
* * * *
The book lay on Tai’s desk in a pool of lamplight, seemingly harmless. He stared at it. He hesitated to open it, fearing it would turn out to be nonsense, a prop used in a Halloween play or some horror geek’s diary. He really wanted it to be so much more.
Unable to contain his curiosity any more, he slid the chain apart and unwrapped the book. Setting the chain aside, he laid his hand on the cover, feeling it. Smooth, slightly textured, he was sure it was some kind of leather. A common way of making book covers starting in about the fifth or sixth century was using leather stretched over slim pieces of wood. However, despite the book’s good condition, and how it seemed to be made, it just felt much older than that, though Tai couldn’t explain what was behind this feeling. He lifted the cover, opening the book.
The inside cover and first page were covered in notes. They were in different languages and their varied degrees of faded ink told him that they were made at very different times. Thankfully, someone in the modern era had owned the book and an English translation was very carefully printed next to the original notations. Tai leaned forward and began to read.
I was gifted this work by Midarrln of Jop for the purposes of unravelling some of its mysteries, as the language it was written in was beyond him. With great effort, I have brought a part of its words to light, largely through trial and error and with the help of other scholars who have been able to decipher a word here and there. What the original language is, I cannot say, as the book is ancient, a thing of legend. I know not from whence it first came into being.
Though I have dared study this text for many years, and acknowledge its great power, I can come to no other conclusion than it is entirely evil. My research and, regrettably, my own experimentation with what is written here, indicate that the power is simply too tempting to control and that a journey into the mysteries contained within, will only lead the reader into darkness. Beware the words written here for I believe that it was not man who wrote them.
Although I profess that I do not believe in any divine power and reject the existence of any and all gods, I cannot doubt that the knowledge of this book exceeds any rational explanation. All that I recorded in my grimoire Heptameron is nothing compared to what is contained within this evil text. I have continued the translation and experimentation contributed by previous scholars who have held this text over the years. And, like those who came before, I have grown to fear not just that which is written on these foul pages, but the dark presence which seems to fill the book itself. It almost feels as if the very book is possessed by an incubus or succubus, yet surely such demons are products of silly religious imagination and do not exist. Do they?
This text, the Bible Black it is called now by those who know of its secret existence, is an invaluable tool. While I have found nothing of poisons or spells that kill directly, it does contain many wonderful incantations that have served to greatly enhance our black masses and manipulate even the most rigorously devout fools of faith and chastity. I have no use for God, but the demons and their wonderfully evil magic are priceless indeed. This book is a treasure.
Catherine Montvoisin nee Deshayes
Tai sat back and let those notes sink in. This has got to be some kind of joke. He pulled out his laptop and did an internet search for Bible Black. Nothing but some vague references to satanic bibles. He searched the second two names, already recognizing the first, Zoroaster, from history class as the founder of Zoroastrianism, an ancient religion founded about 7th century BCE in the eastern region of what was once the Persian Empire.
“If Zoroaster lived in the seventh century BCE, and this book was already ancient, how old is it?”he wondered aloud. He paused typing and fingered the book’s cover. It had a leathery feel, but it was firm, just as if it had wood inside. But the book was at least a thousand years older than that kind of book binding. Had it been re-covered at some point? But if it had, wouldn’t the notes have been lost? He shook his head and returned to the computer.
For the first name, Wikipedia wrote:
Pietro d’Abano also known as Petrus De Apono, Petres Aponensis or Peter of Abano (c.1257 – 1316) was an Italian philosopher, astrologer and professor of medicine in Padua. He was born in the Italian town from which he takes his name, now Abano Terme. He gained fame by writing Conciliator Differentiarum, quæ inter Philosophos et Medicos Versantur. He was eventually accused of heresy and atheism, and came before the Inquisition. He died in prison in 1315 (some sources say 1316) before the end of his trial.
In Paris he was promoted to the degrees of doctor in philosophy and medicine, in the practice of which he was very successful, but his fees were remarkably high. In Paris he became known as “the Great Lombard”. He settled at Padua, where he gained a reputation as a physician. Also an astrologer, he was charged with practicing magic: the specific accusations being that he got back, by the aid of the devil, all the money he paid away, and that he possessed the philosopher’s stone.
It has been alleged that Abano also wrote a grimoire called the Heptameron, a concise book of ritual magical rites concerned with conjuring specific angels for the seven days of the week (hence the title). It should not be confused with the Heptameron of Marguerite of Navarre. He is also credited with writing De venenis eorumque remediis which expounded on Arabic theories concerning superstitions, poisons, and contagions.
For the second name, Wikipedia wrote:
Catherine Monvoisin, or Montvoisin, née Deshayes, known as “La Voisin” (c. 1640 – February 22, 1680), was a French fortune teller, poisoner and an alleged sorceress, one of the chief personages in the affaire des poisons, during the reign of Louis XIV.
Catherine Deshayes was married to Antoine Monvoisin, a jeweller with a shop at Pont-Marie in Paris. After her husband was ruined, La Voisin started her career by practising chiromancy and face-reading to support her family. She practiced medicine, especially midwifery, and performed abortions.
As for her practice in fortune telling, she was to say that she developed the talent God had given her. She was to have been taught the art of fortune telling at the age of nine, and after her husband became ruined, she decided to profit by it. She studied the modern methods of physiology and reading the client’s future by reading their faces and hands. She also spent a lot of money to provide an atmosphere which could make the clients more inclined to believe in the prophecies. For example, she acquired a special robe of crimson red velvet embroidered with eagles in gold for a price of 1500 livres to perform in.
During her work as a fortune teller, she noticed the similarities between her customers wishes about their future: almost all wanted to have some one fall in love with them, that some one would die so that they might inherit, or that their spouses would die, so that they might marry some one else. Initially, she told her clients that their will would be true if it was also the will of God. Then, she started to recommend to her clients some action that would make their dreams come true. These actions were initially to visit the church of some particular saint; eventually, she started to sell amulets and recommend magical practices of various kinds. The bones of toads, teeth of moles, Spanish flies, iron filings, human blood and mummy, or the dust of human remains, were among the alleged ingredients of the love powders concocted by La Voisin.
Finally, she started to sell aphrodisiacs to those who wished for people to fall in love with them, and poison to those who wished for some one to die. Her knowledge of poisons was not apparently so thorough as that of less well-known sorcerers, or it would be difficult to account for Louise de La Vallière‘s immunity. The art of poisoning had become a regular science at the time, having been perfected, in part, by Giulia Tofana, a professional female poisoner in Italy, only a few decades before La Voisin.
She arranged black masses, where the clients could pray to the Devil to make their wishes come true. During at least some of these masses, a woman performed as an altar, upon which a bowl was placed: a baby was held above the bowl, and the blood from it was poured into the bowl. She had a large network of colleagues and assistants, among them Adam Lesage, who performed allegedly magical tasks; the priests Étienne Guibourg and abbé Mariotte, who officiated at the black masses; and poisoners like Catherine Trianon.
La Voisin had many clients among the aristocracy and made a fortune from her business. She tended to her clients all day, and entertained at parties with violin music in her gardens at night, attended by Parisian upper class society. The house also included a furnace for the bodies of dead babies, who were then buried in the garden. She regularly attended at the services at the church of the Jansenist abbé de Sant-Amour, principal at the Paris University, and godmother of her daughter was the noblewoman de la Roche-Guyon. She supported a family of six, including her mother, and among her lovers were the executioner Andre Guillaume, Latour, vicomte de Cousserans, count de Labatie, the alchemist Blessis, the architect Fauchet and the magician Adam Lesage. At one point, Adam Lesage tried to induce her to kill her husband, but she regretted the plan and aborted the process. La Voisin was interested in science and alchemy and financed several private projects and enterprises, some of them made by con artists who tried to fool money out of her. Privately, she suffered from alcoholism, was apparently abused by Latour, and engaged in severe conflicts with her rival, poisoner Marie Bosse.
The most important client of La Voisin was Madame de Montespan, official royal mistress to King Louis XIV of France. In 1667, Montespan hired La Voisin to arrange a black mass. Magician and lover Adam Lesage and abbé Mariotte officiated, while Montespan prayed to win the love of the king. The same year, Montespan became the official mistress of the king, and after this, she employed La Voisin whenever a problem occurred in her relationship with the king.
In 1673, when the king’s interest in Montespan seemed to deteriorate, Montespan again employed La Voisin, who provided a series of black masses officiated by Étienne Guibourg. On a least one occasion, Montespan herself acted as the human altar during the mass. La Voisin also provided Montespan with aphrodisiac, with which Montespan drugged the King.
Tai shook his head. These were crazy characters! Had they really been involved with this Bible Black? Was it really some kind of spell book? If Montvoisin’s activity’s were any indication, it certainly seemed like the book featured prominently in her dealings at some point.
But surely this wasn’t real magic. Maybe it was a book about strange old rituals or something, but magic was just imagination. It wasn’t real. Right? Still, magic or not, if the book itself was real, as a historical artifact it must certainly be invaluable monetarily. Dollar signs lit up his eyes as he imagined putting the book up for auction and billionaires around the globe fighting over it to see who could possess what just might be one of the world’s oldest books.
Excitedly, Tai turned back to the tome. With extra care now, lest he damage this treasure, he turned the page. The weight of it was odd. It wasn’t paper, he was sure, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.
Tai’s eyes widened. The next page had a long passage in ornate script. It was a jumble of lines and squiggles and dots made in ink that shimmered wetly in the light. He frowned. Wait, how was this possible? How could ink still look like this if the book was that old? It looked as if someone had just penned it. He peered more closely. Odd, did he detect the smell of brimstone? And lilacs?
As he stared, trying to make sense of the words, they began to move. His mouth fell open in shock. He watched as the original words reshaped themselves into perfectly legible English.
On these pages, written in warm red blood and hot white cum, is delicious power. The power to enrage phalluses and make all holes desperately hungry. To twist hearts and bend bodies to your will. To transform the most innocent virgin into a deviant cunt who loves to fuck and takes it rough. To make the most chaste good man into a perverted cock who lives only to lust.
Sex is my domain, my passion, my thrill. Stroke my pages. Lick my words up and feel them slide down your tongue. Swallow these savory truths. Consume my forbidden knowledge and feel your hard cock throb with anticipation. Feel your wet pussy convulse with the power I give you.
Give in to your deepest, darkest, most titillating wishes. Give in to the demons of desire.
Tai blinked as he finished the passage. He felt a hand squeeze his now hard penis. He shot out of his chair and backed away from the desk.
“Ok, what the hell was that?” he said aloud. The words had moved. Changed. On the page. That was impossible! And yet, it had happened. And the touch!
Lilith. He knew that name. Saw it in books and video games all the time. He thought hard. Hebrew, wasn’t it? Female demon or night monster? Adam’s first wife, before Eve in old religious doctrine? He could check using his computer, but going near the book right now kind of freaked him out.
He sat down on his bed and stared at the book. It seemed innocuous. Totally harmless. And yet – not. He shook his head. The writing had moved. Moved, dammit! That meant either one of two things. One, he was exhausted from not one but two intense encounters with Tyrone Williams and was in desperate need of sleep. When he woke in the morning, the text would be gibberish again and it always would be. Or the second possible reality.
Magic was real.
He watched the book but it refused to transform into a real demon and devour him. Nothing else that was strange happened. It was just a book. Well, if it really was this old and that many people had safely handled it over the centuries – no, millennia! – surely it was ok for him to do so too. He just had to forget the fact that he had found it in a room full of blood cordoned off by the kind of police tape they roped murder scenes off with.
Ok, you can do this, he told himself. Conquer your fear. He returned to his desk. The passage was still in English. Gingerly, he turned the page.
The next page was a table of contents. Notes in English and other languages were written all around, obviously multiple translations had been made. He turned to a random page in the book further on and found the same there. Margins were filled with scrawled messages and pictures and diagrams. Flipping pages he saw that not all had notes, some were blank with lots of question marks. The people that had been using the book over time had each added what information they could discover in order to help out future readers. It wasn’t just an ancient text, it was an actual working tool, the product of countless generations of study and experimentation, each building on what came before. Tai felt overcome with awe that something so incredible and precious should find its way into his hands, that he might soon be counted among the book’s long line of owners and a part of something so profound.
Returning to the table of contents, he started reading through the list and learning what the book was about. As he read, he grew increasingly excited and a big grin spread across his face.
(note: most spells have both temporary and permanent versions – DK)
Desire Self Nudity
Alter Body (note: applies to specified part – SQ)
Create Body Part
Unlimited Sexual Stamina
Increase Volume of Cum
Make Someone Dominant
Make Someone Submissive
The list went on and on. Tai stood up and pumped his fist, overflowing with excitement. He felt like he’d won a lottery, but better. This was incredible! Imagine all the fun he could have with this, if it actually worked, and if the transformable introduction was any indication, it might. He could use this book to make every sexual fantasy he’d ever had come true. It was perfect! He couldn’t wait to try it out.
He turned to the first spell.
(note: will also create lust in subjects where lust is not already present – NB)
Required Materials: None
Initial command words: Felatia Gerbum Niseyip
Spell Intensity Levels: So / Jur / Imk / Mwa / Ab (note: So is weakest, Ab strongest)
Spell Duration: Eki (temporary) / Zshya (permanent)
Spell target: (note: speaking the target’s name and picturing them in your mind is valid – LNEII)
Instructions: (translation: Speak the command words, then follow with spell intensity, duration and target, all in one phrase. Spell will begin immediately.)
Tai found himself so excited and nervous that he wiped sweaty palms on his shirt. He had to try this out right now. He needed to see if this stuff actually worked or if it was really all just an elaborate joke. Ok, who to use it on? Easy. He glanced at the door. Yvet was studying downstairs in the kitchen.
He began writing out the phrase he wanted so he was sure not to make any mistakes. He wanted to make certain he was following the directions exactly. And he wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to Yvet if magic did work and he screwed it up. He wrote down the command words first.
Spell intensity level…hmmm…I really have no idea how intense anything is. I probably shouldn’t do the strongest level because that’s just asking for trouble. But what if I do the lowest, safest one and I can’t tell if it works? I can’t just walk up to Yvet and ask if she’s feeling extra horny. I need to see it in action. Plus I really, really want to see it in action!
He chuckled and settled on the middle. Duration: temporary. Target: Yvet LaFronde.
He read over the phrase a few times in his head, mentally sounding it out. As prepared as he thought he could be, he took a deep breath and spoke the spell.
“Felatia Gerbum Niseyip Imk Eki Yvet LaFronde.”
Nothing happened. Well, of course, why should it? He didn’t cast the spell on himself, right? Maybe this wasn’t like video games and bright lights didn’t fire from your fingers when you did magic. So, in order to see if it worked, he had to go check on Yvet.
Jittery with excitement, he left his desk and headed downstairs. Acting casual, he entered the kitchen and headed for the fridge. He glanced at Yvet, who was sitting cross legged on her chair, table overflowing with papers and textbooks. A half-eaten dinner of chicken and steamed vegetables sat next to an opened bottle of chardonnay. She wore a short, thin tank top than bared her lower belly and capri sweats, her hair in a pony tail. He opened the fridge. “Hey. How’s studying?” he asked, keeping his voice normal.
She looked up. “It was going fine. Up until a second ago.” She tilted her head in uncertainty and rubbed her lower belly with one hand. “Just, can’t seem to concentrate all of a sudden.” She let out a deep breath.
Tai poured himself a glass of milk and watched her.
Yvet’s face grew flushed and she squirmed in her seat, obviously fighting to keep still but failing. She looked down at her books but the hand on her belly tried to stray down between her legs. She kept jerking it back up and blushed. Her lips parted as she began to breath more heavily.
“You ok?” Tai asked.
She looked up. Her eyes only made it as far as his crotch. “Uh, fine.” She uncrossed her legs and squeezed them together. Biting her lip she pretended to adjust her bra, not so subtly taking the opportunity to squeeze her breasts. Her eyes continued to be locked onto Tai’s cock.
Trying not to smile, Tai pretended to walk across the room for something and then walk back. Her eyes followed him and she actually started to pant.
Yvet shook her head and looked away. “Um, I think I’m going to take a break and have a shower.”
Tai nodded but before he could reply she was running upstairs. Only seconds later he heard the shower door sliding and water come on. Tai sank into a chair with a goofy smile.
It worked. It actually fucking worked. Magic was real!
He jumped up and did a happy dance, pumping his fist in the air. Flushed with excitement he pictured Yvet up in the shower. He’d love to be able to watch her right now and see the spell really take hold. He paused.
He could watch her.
At the top of the stairs were three doors. His bedroom was directly in front of the stairway. On the left was basically a closet with only a toilet. On the right was the shower and a sink. The sink area had no door and opened to the stairway’s upper landing. Because Imari and Yvet were over so often and using his bathroom, Tai had rigged a curtain over the empty doorway for privacy. The shower itself had a sliding door that was translucent so you couldn’t see anything more than shapes through it. If she was busy in the shower, Tai could conceivably poke his head around the curtain and try to get a peek. He rested his hands on the table and leaned on it, taking serious stock of the situation.
Was it morally questionable? Maybe. But this was incredibly exciting and Yvet was hot. Think of this as a scientific experiment to verify the existence of magic. Proof was needed to confirm the hypothesis. So, he had to collect data. That meant he needed to check her out. In the name of science. Wow, logic was awesome. Tai ran up the stairs.
The shower was on full blast, steam billowing around the curtain. Cautiously, Tai peeked through the gap at the edge of the fabric. She wasn’t there and her clothes were all piled in the floor. She was already in the shower. He slowly peeled the fabric back and stuck his head into the room.
In her desperation, Yvet hadn’t taken the time to close the shower door completely. It was still halfway open. Tai’s jaw hit the floor.
Yvet was on her knees and one hand while her other hand jackhammered her pussy. Head thrown back, her eyes were squeezed shut as tightly as they could be, her mouth open in silent scream as she convulsed in climax.
Tai felt his body react to her, his pants growing tight as his cock thickened with blood. He’d been right, her body was fantastic. Her breasts weren’t very big, but they had a nice round shape. He imagined jumping into the shower behind her and shoving his cock inside. He’d probably last about two seconds right now.
Yvet didn’t come down from her high. She continued to punish her clit until another climax struck. Then she fell to the floor, water raining down from above. Rolling onto her back, legs as wide as they could go, she gave Tai a full view of two fingers sinking into her tight pussy below a trimmed racing stripe of pubic hair. Yvet used one hand to pull on her little beige nipples and moaned.
As Tai watched, Yvet lost more and more control over herself. With every orgasm she became louder. She rolled around, fingers just not enough for her. She cast about amongst the bottles of shampoo and soaps sitting in the corner. Taking a bottle of conditioner that was about the size and shape of a big penis, she slid it home between her legs. A triumphant grin split her lips. She began pumping the bottle in and out of herself.
Tai’s cock twitched and begged for attention. He ached to get naked and join Yvet and when she had her second conditioner-induced orgasm it was all he could do to turn around and go back to his bedroom, afraid that if he stayed another moment, he’d lose control.
He sat down at his desk and tried to soothe his raging cock through his pants with one hand. All he could think about was Yvet and her hot body. Her pussy. The first real live pussy he’d ever seen. And first real breasts. They weren’t porn star boobs, but still –
Tai’s attention snapped back to the Bible Black. He flipped back to the table of contents. Grinning, he turned to the correct page.
He read through the instructions. It was much more complicated. He needed milk for what he wanted to do. And some green leaves. That was fine because he had milk in the fridge and plants in the apartment. Piecing together the spell correctly took some time but Yvet was still in the shower. The water was off but he could clearly hear every moan and climax.
He was just finishing when he heard the shower door open. It jolted him out of his work. Thinking fast, he knew she’d be super embarrassed about what had just happened. He needed to cover for her. He grabbed his music player and put his earphones on, cranking the volume up. Composing his face as seriously as he could, he closed the Bible Black and finished writing out his note.
From the corner of his eye, Tai noticed Yvet quietly poke her head out from behind the curtain. He nodded his head in time to the music. It was so hard not to smile, but he just managed it.
Reluctantly, Yvet emerged from the shower and came into the bedroom. “Hey.”
Tai pretended not to notice her until she waved and shouted. He looked over at her sharply and pulled his earphones out. “Hey. Finished your shower?”
Blushing, Yvet gave him a look that somehow combined wary suspicion with total embarrassment. After a pause she relented. “Yeah. Um, it was fine. Actually, I’m exhausted. I need to lay down.” She sat on his bed.
“Of course, go ahead. Stay here tonight. I’ll use the spare futon.” Sleep-overs were very common at his place. Tai had a Japanese-style futon rolled up in the closet that he used whenever one of the girls or a friend stayed over.
“Thanks.” Yvet curled up under his blanket. She was asleep in seconds. No doubt her marathon session in the shower had taken a lot out of her.
When he was sure she was asleep, Tai went downstairs with his note. He took the jug of milk out and snipped a small branch off one of the ficus plants. Putting the branch into a glass of milk and sprinkling them both with cinnamon, he spoke the spell.
This time there was an actual flash of light. The spell components vanished and Tai warily took a step back. He waited but nothing further happened. Shrugging, he returned to the bedroom.
From his desk chair, he watched Yvet closely. As with the first spell, the effect started right away. Yvet remained asleep, but grew increasingly restless. And hot, apparently, because she soon kicked away the blanket. She rolled onto her back, giving Tai a view of two rising mountains on her chest. She groaned and her nipples became erect, thicker than before.
In fascination, Tai watched as Yvet’s tank top rose and stretched. Her breasts expanded through cup sizes, becoming the size of apples, then grapefruit, then cantaloupes. His excitement rose in tandem. Yvet moaned and seemed to be in pain. Tai got up and came closer. He saw that the shirt was too tight now. It must be almost cutting into her flesh.
He needed to remove her shirt to take away the pain. Or at least pull it up above her new breasts. Fortunately that meant getting to see her breasts. Unfortunately, as her close friend, he wasn’t supposed to see her breasts. He really wanted to, but he shouldn’t. Than again, how could that be any worse than the two spells he’d just cast on her? He reached forward and took hold of her tank top. Not wanting to take it all off lest she realize it was him in the morning when she discovered all of this, he pulled it up around her neck. Tai gasped.
Her breasts had become tits. Huge, bountiful, luscious, perfect melons! His hands hovered over them as he fought the urge to squeeze and play with them, knowing that that would be going too far for sure. He couldn’t touch, he had to stop himself, but oh, he could look. Yvet was as busty as any porn star now, but all natural. Then he remembered the second part of the spell, the reason he’d needed milk. He grinned.
Damn, he was excited to find out if that had worked too!
In her sleep, Yvet moaned and mumbled something he couldn’t make out. Her hand strayed to her waistband. Then it slipped under it. Fingers moved.
Tai looked on in shock. She was playing with herself! He watched Yvet moan and play and his cock, already hard for the past hour, told him it wasn’t going to sit this excitement out any longer. Feeling guilty yet turned on at the same time, Tai pulled down his pants and sat at his desk, just out of sight of Yvet should she open her eyes. Staring at her fabulous new melons, he stroked his cock.
After so much excitement, and worried he might get caught, Tai came quickly.
His last thoughts before falling to sleep on the futon later were of the morning and what would happen. When Yvet woke up to her new self.