Ceci wandered back to her apartment, weak-kneed, after the experience. She was surprised at herself. She had always thought of herself as a spiritual, Godly woman. Her and her husband had been members of the local parish of Seventh Day Adventists, during their entire marriage. Her parents had also been faithful followers of the religious order. Until now, she had always considered abnormal sexual practices an affront to God. Last night’s activities, to her, somehow seemed so normal, so natural.
She thought back on the time she had complained to the Church Elders about the abusive practices of her husband. When she was rebuked by them for failing to submit to his heavenly rite as the head of the household. She experienced a terrible, unbearable amount of guilt and shame. She was ashamed of herself as if she had done something wrong. Now, in the span of twenty-four hours, she had killed her ex-husband and slept with another man and another woman in the same night…in the same bed and she was sure they had acquired carnal knowledge, all three together, simultaneously, several times during the whole pleasurable episode. In spite of committing the most serious of sins, she felt incredibly joyous.
Picking up her pace, she strode through the park with delightful anticipation at what her new-found life had in store for her. Her pace quickened and she walked right past her abode, lost in thought and wondrous musings of what she might do with her powers and how many sensual encounters lay in her future. She had walked around the park nearly seven times when her path was blocked by a tall woman dressed in a long green down coat.
The stranger’s eyes narrowed as she confronted Ceci.
“You don’t know what you are doing,” she said, forcefully, “you fool!”
The blue witch stopped before she slammed into her accuser and the two stood face-to-face. Ceci was at a loss for words. One moment she was lost in a myriad of sexual fantasies and the next she was accused of being a fool by a complete stranger.
The other woman, taller than she, grabbed her arm and sniffed her like a dog and said, “You are weak, I should strike you down right now, so strong is the scent of a coupling…with a man…with…another woman…another witch!”
With these words, the woman towering over her, menacing her with her words, jumped back with a look of terror in her eyes.
Ceci’s arm hurt from the strong grip of the other woman. She was scared and surveyed her surroundings. All she wanted was a little control over her life, to be free to live and love as she pleased. With these thoughts in her head she ran past the green witch and completed her seventh ring around the park. She noticed the other wickens were out, standing in front of their apartment buildings. Mentally, she made an account of their number: twelve.
Beginning to become frantic, she met the gaze of the others and shouted, “All I want is some control over my life!”
Instantly the park disappeared and she found herself in a bright white space. There was no floor and she couldn’t tell what she was standing on, or even if she was standing, at all. She wasn’t aware of her corporeal body but she was aware of the presence of two men on opposite sides of her. She sensed them more than saw them with her own eyes but she couldn’t be sure in this place. She felt like she was in space, there was no wind, no source of the light, no sun.
One of the men, the one nearest to her, she sensed was young and tall and handsome but he had a strange odor, she thought. It was the smell of death but she knew instinctively that she liked him. The other man was much farther away from her, almost not here, she thought. An image of him formed in her mind. He was naked except for a loin cloth. His skin was dark and bronze. His hair was not quite shoulder length and jet black. His torso was wide, his legs short and thick and muscular. His feet were planted firmly somewhere, not here. This man illicited an odor, too, but it was not death, it was fear, it was the smell of blood. He was very angry and she could feel his wrath so strongly it made her tremble.
Afraid, she turned back to the other man, hoping to find comfort but he was just as lost and confused as she was.
“Who are you?” She asked.
The stranger replied, “Zach. Where am I?”
Suddenly she was back in the park, lying on the ground, with the twelve other witches standing over her.
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