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    Foster Care Love – (Chapter: ch 10)

    The dungeon was dark and silent. Skeletons hung on chain fences around the room all facing a pentagram etched on the floor in the center of the space. My body was tied down, stripped of all cloth except the one blind folding me. Fear crept into me as I strained to here anything but the silence, to maybe know I wasn’t alone.

    Voices seeped into my sensitive ears making me strain against the ropes holding me down, “She’s not ready,” a male voice spoke harshly.

    “I don’t care, if we don’t do this now they will get her,” a female voice shot back just as vicious.

    “Her blood won’t even fill up the pentagram, it’s meant for adults she’s just a child.”

    “A child…a child, this child as you say can kill our entire way of life. If we do this now she will be reborn as one of us and we can take over.” She whispered.

    “Do you really think this is necessary?”

    “Yes, Grant she’ll be fine. We’ve all gone through this,”
    ”But again as adults, we can wait till she’s older, teach her our ways just like the rest of the children.”


    “No, Grant we are doing this now!”

    “If you say so Robin,” he sighed.

    The two voices came to halt leaving me alone again, “Help…someone…”

    “Quiet,” Robin yelled as she came to me and removed the blindfold, “This will only hurt for a small time my child…” she smiled down at me, her blue eyes as deep as the ocean, she looked so familiar but I couldn’t place her. A knife rose above her head, her crimson lips whispered words I couldn’t understand.

    “Don’t, let me go!” but she didn’t listen, she didn’t care. Her unfocused eyes zoomed in on me again.

    Her hand reached down stroking my cheek lovingly, “You will join me soon baby…” she smiled as the knife rushed down piercing the skin below my heart and in that moment of pain and numbing fear I wished it had pierced my heart and killed me fast instead of withering in my restraints. Warm blood pooled beneath me and above, flowing over my chest down my naked flesh over my breasts, a small stream forcing its way into my throat and out my mouth down my cheek. Unable to move I watched the blood seep into the cracks of the pentagram, rolling and filling it up, as the blood connected at all points flames lit from the black candles at each of the five skeletons feet.

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