Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 80
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[Marisa’s Manor]
Marisa’s piano resumed it’s melodies tonight, carrying around the house in it’s hollow form, awakening living and nonliving as she played.
With closed eyes, her fingers went down and came up on the black keys, and the stewards stayed behind here again, moving their heads around to show how much they’re enjoying it.
“Look.” The female showed the male the mails they’ve been getting from the orphanages.
“The directors are still thanking Ma for the food?” The male laughed.
“They have no idea it’s human body.” The female grinned. “Is Ma starting cannibalism indirectly? I wonder how those fools didn’t detect the difference while eating.”
“We cooked it to melt like edible meat, remember?” The male shrugged. “Of course they don’t suspect. Besides, they’re hungry as fûck in those orphanages.”
“True.” The female nodded.
Then, they resumed moving their heads in sync to Ma’s tunes.
Marisa’s eyes were still closed, and her mind ran through the occurrence of that night when Arturo came home drunk with a strange big egg…
They were newlyweds back then. Though, she married him to find out his wealth source, she still had to act concerned when he came home drunk for the first time ever.
She had asked him where he got the huge egg from, and Arturo refused to talk about it or let it go.
While she was trying to take it from him and fling it out, the egg fell and broke. Blue and red glow bloomed from the crack, and it broke completely, taking their consciousness.
When they both woke up one week later, Marisa was mysteriously pregnant. A pregnancy she tried times without number to abort but it kept failing. It kept growing.
The witches said she absorbed a monster from the egg, and she was pregnant with the baby, and she’d give birth to him bo matter what.
Marisa’s eyes opened in front of the piano. She paused her remembrance and stood slowly…
“Ma?” The stewards called worriedly. “Ma? Are you ok?”
Before she could tell them anything, the fake parents entered.
“Ma! We need to really do something significant to Satan to convince Skylar about our parental status. We need to get the court summon signed,” the father said restlessly.
“I know.” Marisa sighed. “I’ll put a call through to the court later today.”
The parents exchanged smiles, and they immediately heard the front door peeling open.
Before anyone could move, Jethro entered the piano room with Arturo’s blood still staining his face.
Marisa immediately sent everyone out, leaving only Jethro.
“Who did you kill?” She scoffed.
“You know about El Crow being my project, but you kept it from me!!!” Jethro yelled, itching to choke her, but he kept his palm folded.
Marisa blinked, then gasped with obvious ingenuity.
“Oh my days, Jethro. You finally found out on your own?”
“You kept it from me!!” He yelled angrily again.
“Why would I tell you about a child I hate talking about!!?” She yelled back nastily. “Now that you know his identity, help the world by killing off that monster! Kill him!!”
Jethro nodded twice.
“Now I know why you’ve always hated him. You married Arturo to investigate his secret business. You didn’t plan to get pregnant, but Arturo brought the egg and your womb mistakenly absorbed monster energy. You got pregnant.”
“Why are you telling me this boring tale?” Marisa came closer.
Jethro’s hand went up, stroking her hair slightly. “There’s still time. You’re still beautiful. Come to me. Be my second wife. Be mine!”
“You should consider cracking jokes on the radio once in a while, Jethro.” She laughed, tilting back.
Jethro dropped his hand, smiling creepily. “See, I’m still on the search for my ApexPlus, but Skylar is with me,” he said. “I didn’t expect they’d be working together…”
“What!” Marisa’s face squeezed.
“See?” Jethro pointed. “That got your attention. I like it. She’s in my Pit, ready for torture. I’ll torture her so much you’ll hear her screams here.”
“If she truly colluded with him, then she deserves a little punishment.” Marisa shrugged. “Bratty dolls should be punished, but make the punishment short so I can come get her later with her fake parents as the main saviors.”
“You never tune down your cruelty, do you?” Jethro laughed. “This is why I fell so hard for you.”
Marisa scoffed.
“I’ll be back.” Jethro went for the door immediately.
“You know who else knew about El Crow’s identity?” Marisa said.
Jethro turned.
“Guess who,” Marisa said.
Jethro didn’t have to think far. He guessed Satan’s name immediately.
But he didn’t reply. He walked out of the manor, fuming.
“How many of the guarding staffs are still alive at home?” He asked the three staffs behind him.
“Ninety-nine alive, sir. The rest are dead,” they explained.
“Leave five guards at home with Bella, and direct the other ninety-nine outside the city to search. The freed kids? Even if they drown in volcano, I need all of them back.”
“Yes sir!” They chorused.
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[Jethro’s House]
Ten minutes later, Jethro arrived.
He went straight to the Pit and threw the door open with a sledgehammer.
Agatha was left bleeding on the floor with a gash on her head.
But Skylar is barely conscious on her chair. She was bound nakedly to a wooden chair, and on the chair, the guards made sure they tied her legs apart, so her inner thighs glared.
On her chest, her breàsts hung dull, and her overall body looked beated because she was actually beaten.
The staffs had beaten her with building rods before tying her.
The spell is so strong she still can’t even lift her head.
Jethro rounded her, dragging the sledgehammer threateningly on the floor while laughing.
“When Inferno said my wife was getting intimate with someone, I didn’t think it deep. But you fooled me..you and that bastard project of mine fooled me! How many times has he fucked you? He probably is knotted with you already…”
He spanked her hips soundly, but she didn’t feel it or react.
“See?” He paused. “You’re numb to the sexual touches of others. Of course you’re knotted…” He grinned again. “That’s smart, but you probably don’t know a knot can be loosened…”
Skylar looked up slightly at this time, meeting his eyes.
“I don’t care about your numbness. I only have to fill you up with my cum till you start vomiting cum from your mouth, then you’ll forget his scent even ever existed…” He shrugged.
Skylar’s head stung immediately, and she tried to hold back a scream, but she failed as the sting came again.
“Nyhhhhhaaa!!!!!!”
She threw her head to the left, to the right, downwards, then she shot her face up, veins appearing in her eyes.
“Nahhhhhhhh!!!!!”
She struggled fervently with the ropes on her skin till her flesh tore with it, and the one on her neck choked her so bad she saw abyss.
The one on her tummy split her tummy in two, and the one on her ankle peeled her calves.
“Aggmmmmmm!!!!!”
Images she didn’t expect started appearing in her memories.
Images of El Crow as a child.
Images of Marisa putting him in the freezer and plugging it to kill him.
Images of Marisa drowning him in the bathtub just to kill him.
Images of Marisa starving him for weeks just to kill him too.
Images of Marisa shoving El Crow’s two hands in fire.
Images of Marisa making him eat sand. Images of her staining his bedspread with her menstrual blood and making him sleep in it.
Images of him crying when she locked him in a cellar full of cockroaches. Of Marisa locking him out in the rain at midnight.
Of Marisa burying his real name.
Bitter, cold, painful memories.
Memories of his childhood struck her like lightning, forcing screams put of her throat as they penetrated forcefully, spinning her mind.
She writhe against the chair, howling agonizingly again.
“Wait…” Jethro muttered. “Is this the memory-sharing part of the knot? That happened faster than I expected.” He grinned.
He lifted the sledgehammer. Despite the pains she’s in, he slammed it against her ribcage, breaking three.
Skylar’s life shattered.
Bellatrix rushed inside.
Skylar’s screams alerted her.
Seeing what was going on, she couldn’t control her eyes width.
“Dad!!!!” She ran to her father, grabbing the sledgehammer and trying to wriggle it away.
She was already crying.
“Stop!!! Stop already!!! Stop hurting her!!! She did nothing wrong don’t be a worse monster!!! Stop doing this to her!!!! Just STOPP!!!!!”
“This same whore has been sleeping with El Crow!!” Jethro spat, shoving her away slightly.
Bellatrix paused, swallowing as sweat broke on her nape.
“Wh…what?!”
“Look at her ankle. Is that not El Crow’s treasured necklace there?”
Bellatrix’s eyes went to the ankle, and when she saw it, her throat dried.
The same necklace she has been searching for. And because she couldn’t find it, she had to go make couple necklace for them.
So…it’s been with Skylar?
Jethro dropped the hammer and pulled out a gun, positioning it in Bellatrix’s hand.
She looked at the gun.
“Shoot her,” he ordered. “Shoot her directly on that fox birthmark on her cleavage. She won’t die cos she’s knotted with him anyways, but put the bullet in her and let her bask in the pains of metal in her chest!”
“No!” She shook her head. “I don’t want to shoot anyone! So what if she has his necklace? Is doesn’t mean anything! I’m not going to shoot!”
“So… you’ll be ok if I throw you out of this house and give you to Satan as bloodbank for Rosita?” Jethro smiled.
“You wouldn’t do that!” She shook her head vehemently again.
“Yes I can, and yes I will!” Jethro spat. “Stop trying to stay spotless when I actually know you enjoy my riches! You love being Cinderella despite knowing how I make my money! I’ve intentionally left the dimensions door open so many times to test your loyalty, but you only went there to give them cakes, you never for once tried to free them!” He yelled.
Bellatrix shivered.
“You’re aware…all my secret cake-delivering…”
Jethro stood behind her, lifted her hand and held it with the gun.
“No…” She tried to push off, but he held her still.
“I still have the lab to visit. Don’t waste my time!” He sneered, using her finger to press trigger.
The bullet flew directly to Skylar’s chest—on top of the birthmark.
Skylar’s screams reloaded.
Bellatrix fainted.
Agatha stayed still in her corner, trembling and sick.
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[EL CROW’S MIND]
Everywhere’s unbearable.
Every breath is risky and toxic.
Every seconds is poisonous.
Everything is blank.
This universe looked like a slice of two hells joined together.
Volcano. Lava. Molten magma.
Every hellish characteristics are actively performing.
Then…there are stars in the dark sky, but not just stars.
They’re bleeding stars, and they’re not bleeding blood.
They’re bleeding fire.
El Crow lay down in the middle of one of the molten volcanic rocks, and every drop of the bleeding stars corroded his skin, burned him, scalded him, tortured him with hell, but he couldn’t even move.
He couldn’t open his eyes, but his head is torturously working, showing him images he didn’t expect.
Images of Skylar’s childhood.
Sour, cold, dark memories.
Images of Skylar locked in Satan’s secret room.
Images of Satan giving her food on the same plates as dogs.
Images of Midnight attempting to rape Skylar in that room.
Images of Roselle stabbing Skylar’s legs and pouring pepper on it.
Images of Skylar getting sick, and Satan thrashed her with belt because how she get sick?
“Unnggggg!!!!!”
The painful memories woke El Crow woke up with a yell, but he still couldn’t stand up.
Yet, the memories kept coming.
“Agkkk!!!!!”
He tried to drag himself, but he dragged himself into another volcano rock. “Let go of…me!!!!!!!”
The bleeding stars increased, and he rolled into another volcano.
There’s no ending to the torture.
“I promised her…” He muttered, crawling through the volcano. “I promised to come get her…I promised….to…not disappoint…”
The bleeding stars increased yet again, and his life shook.
“This is your own mind, El Crow….” His mind voice echoed. “You’re trapped inside your mind because there’s an agreement. You always promised yourself you didn’t want the powers. You trained me to hate your powers, so I was bound to take you when you unlocked completely.”
“Please….” El Crow begged, still crawling under the fire. “..I have to go back to her….”
“You trained me for control over the power, and I’ve been controlling it for you!” His mind echoed again. “If I let you go and you continue using the power, you’ll lose control over me, and enemies will penetrate.”
“I have to go back to her!!!!” El Crow continued crawling, yelling…
“I have to get out of here!!!!!! Let me go!!! Let. Me. Go!!!”
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[Jethro’s House]
Bellatrix’s unconsciousness was so critical a doctor had to be invited.
She didn’t get stable till dawn, and that was when Jethro left her side.
He went back to his study to wear his lab gloves and coat, preparing to enter his lab for the first time in years, but he went to the Pit first.
Agatha is still helplessly bleeding on that floor. Skylar is still bound to the chair, bleeding wastefully from her cracked ribs and shot chest.
“I’d like to take you into the lab with me, Love, but I’m going to shift that to when I find El Crow. You both will enter together. And I don’t care about your wounds. You’re getting laid the moment I return from the lab.”
He went closer and tried to spank her breasts, but a glow suddenly beamed…
From her chest.
From the shot birthmark.
The glow there Jethro off like a toy, and the chair beneath Skylar broke.
Her ropes fell off.
She felt better too. The wounds stopped bleeding.
She badly wanted to start wondering what’s going on with her, but this is definitely not the time.
She went to the blind cleaning woman and tried lifting her…
“No,” she rejected. “If you’re free, get out of this house. I can’t leave yet.”
Skylar didn’t argue with her.
She ran out of the Pit, rushing into the rooms hall where she dashed inti her room and picked a condom panty and singlet. She only wore those two before running out of the house.
Her mark was still glowing, so the nind guards in the house couldn’t even come closer till she was out.
It’s morning now.
Early, creepy morning.
She ran through the streets like a thief, not minding the passing people staring at her or screaming.
In her panty and singlet, she ran like an athlete, legs fast, breaths crushed, chest heavy, bones light.
Whenever she ran past, people stopped and turned back to watch.
She didn’t see them.
She didn’t even see anybody.
She snatched a shovel from a passing trashing trailer.
She then focused on her destination.
The woods. Marisa’s Manor.
She arrived with sweats all-over her skin, breaths short in her lungs.
She went straight to the backyard where the grave is.
El Crow’s name grave.
She began digging with the shovel, shovelling as much sand as possible at every lift of her arm.
The sound of metal against sand made the stewards run out.
“What do you think you’re doing!!?” They chorused, rushing to make her stop, but she faced them.
Her mark isn’t glowing anymore, but her shovel was enough.
They made moves.
They fought her.
She didn’t come here to fight, so she slammed the shovel blade on their head and chest respectively.
They went down, and her digging continued. Dirt flew to her face. Her facial skin almost became brown with the sand stains.
She kept shovelling, till the shovel hooked a wood under the soil.
She worked harder, targeting that spot, aiming for something.
And she got it.
She finally got to the coffin.
Few minutes later, she threw off the shovel and opened the termite-eaten coffin with her shaky fingers.
Sweat fell from her chin to drop inside the open coffin.
Right on top of his name.
His name… written on every space on the coffin wood.
Her lips parted with quiet but starved longing….
“BRAYDEN ACHERON…”
And that was all she could say before someone jumped into the coffin with her, going down in a crash.
The person’s weight landed on her, and almost immediately, Skylar felt lips… On her own mouth.
Not just any lips…
Marisa’s lips.
It’s Marisa.
TBC.
