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  The unexplainable flashes of bright lights continued. Little orbs even appeared in some photos I took of myself. They were intensely bright and had a density so thick that no reflection or glare from the camera lens could have caused them.

  On one of the nights that followed my renouncing of Jesus, I was chatting online to David, when I started feeling strange. My body just didn’t feel right, my heart rate began to rise, I felt afraid, and the night appeared to be too quiet, it was too still. The darkness isn't for the faint-hearted, it isn't kind, and nothing was standing in line to protect me.

  I quickly got my fingers typing to David about what I was feeling. He informed me that I was being watched, my demon guide was lingering close by, and he told me that I should embrace it. I was so short of breath that I quickly took a deep hit from my inhaler. Only moments later, something shone in my periphery.

  I looked upward toward my ceiling, and there above me was an eye looking down. Not any normal eye, and I get how crazy this must sound, but it is absolutely true. It was huge, at least half a meter wide, and it was the colour of dark sapphire with a smoky haze.

  It was one eye, looking directly at me. Now, if you can imagine the eye from Lord of the Rings, this is what I am talking about. And before you start thinking, she must have been high, think again, because at this point in time I was forbidden to take any illicit drugs or alcohol. I needed to keep a strong and clear mind, and was told to keep my eyes open at all times.

  David remained online and on the phone with me throughout these ordeals. I was to keep contact with him every night, and it was imperative that I describe every single incident that seemed out of the ordinary. I was instructed to try my absolute hardest to seduce my demon guide, I had to make contact with it.

  Everyone has a demon guide, it is like the counterpart to our guardian angel. Masturbation was of utmost importance because it was vital for the demon guide to catch my scent. It had to feel lustful toward me.

  As terrifying as any demon would be, I was instructed to reach out and make contact with it. I needed its protection so that it would keep other hostile entities away from me. My demon had to rape me, I had to be claimed by it.

  I remember searching the house, trying to find anything that I could insert into myself. Hairbrushes, egg-whisk, deodorant, bananas, whatever I could find. I did it, and became the slut required to capture its attention. I spread myself wide and put on as many shows for it as I could handle.

  I had to want, yearn, and completely lust for it. My head was entranced every single day and night. Yet I couldn’t get the demon to appear. What was I doing wrong? I had tried my hardest to open every part of my body for it. It got to the point that I felt so much physical pain that I could hardly touch myself. But he still didn't show, and I was devastated, wasn't I good enough for a demon?

  I began noticing spiders and mice around my home. At first, they were just annoying - until the unthinkable happened.

  As with most nights, I was in my kitchen preparing dinner when I heard a scuffling on the floorboards. I snapped my head to look down, and a mouse ran along the skirting boards from the kitchen into my room. As much as I don’t like the idea of rodents in my house, I don’t like to kill innocent animals either. So, I went straight into my laundry and found a humane mouse trap.

  It didn't take long to catch him, and I carefully picked up the trap and walked to the end of my street. I opened the trap door and watched him run away into the bushes. It was a satisfying experience to watch him run free.

  That night I found myself falling asleep by 9 pm. I hadn't been sleeping much with all the paranormal activity happening. I had a couple of appointments the next day in the city, and being an introvert on the best of days, I really cringed at the thought. I tried to work up some courage to get out there and to just get it over with. It was a nice warm day, the sun was shining, and I had some of my favourite music playing, so it wasn’t all that bad. I was singing along until a sudden feeling of death swept right over me.

  Now, I have been known to be able to sense things and even pick numbers at the casino, so I wasn’t going to ignore my feeling. I immediately pulled my car over, took out my phone from my bag, and cancelled my appointment. Was I sensing my own death?

  I was not about to take my chances. I turned my car around and switched my stereo off. Something felt wrong, and I needed a clear mind. A few minutes down the road, I noticed a huntsman spider right above my head on the ceiling of my car. I felt like I had a mini heart attack and almost drove into the back of the car in front of me. I swerved wildly and pulled up onto the island in the middle of the road. I really didn’t care if it was illegal or not, that spider was getting out of my car before I wore him for a hat.

  That night, around 11 pm, I began telling David about the mouse and spider. He paid close attention and informed me to keep watch. Apparently, demonic entities cannot cross over onto our plane so easily. They will use bugs and small animals as their eyes and ears - or simply as a disturbance. I was discussing the paranormal with David, and we got on the subject of past lives, and what was to become of my future. I started wondering what I was doing. Why would I want this? Was I even sane anymore?

  I began researching, and again doubted David's intention.

  Deception is a demons best tool, intelligent hauntings do not have the ability to mimic people, animals or objects. Demons, however, can take on many forms. Was David who he says he is? Or, was he just trying to open me up for demonic possession?

  CHAPTER 4

  I must admit, I felt a little dubious, but I had put so much of myself into this that I couldn’t turn back now. Something was calling my soul, I felt a pull like I had never experienced before. At times it was overwhelming, and the lust I felt was insatiable.

  Laying in my bed, I spent hours trawling through the internet, trying to find any answers that I could. I had this ravenous desire to find others of a like-mind here in this small city. Hours had passed and I was going in circles, there were no answers the internet could give me. I let out a sigh of disappointment and threw my head back against my pillow.

  As I shifted my eyes away from my laptop, I couldn’t believe what I could see. That mouse was back. I understand that it could have been any old mouse, and perhaps it was, but what really stumped me was where the little guy had situated himself. You see, I have a slimline, wall-mounted air conditioner, that sits high in the middle of my dining room wall with nothing to either side, above or below it. Somehow, this tiny mouse was sitting on top of it and was just staring at me. For the life of me, I can't understand how it got up there.

  I jumped out of my bed and quickly grabbed my broom from the laundry. As I neared him, he jumped down in a freefall for seven or eight feet, hit the ground, and scuffled off. I tried not to over think it and went back to bed.

  I had accumulated an abundance of frustration for my lack of answers. Of course, the internet wasn’t going to place an ad in classifieds, come and meet your local Satanist, but I just needed something. Relying on David was starting to infuriate me. I was scrolling through the net, reading some ancient knowledge when I felt something tickle my left elbow. Without thinking I flicked my arm, hmmm... where was I, oh yes…

  …the cult began with Nimrod, the great and powerful king whose wickedness led him to marry his mother Semiramis. The King was a known practitioner of witchcraft, sorcery and child sacrifice, all of which culminated in his attempt to usurp God's rule by building the Tower of Babel.

  Oh God, what is that? I felt my arm again, and as I looked down I saw a monster-size huntsman spider crawling on me. Within the blink of an eye, I had managed to launch my laptop into the air, and jumped up and down throwing my arms around like a lunatic. I honestly have no idea what ever happened to that spider, I searched all over but never saw it again. My laptop, however, was making sounds of its death on my floorboards.

  I managed to revive it, and luckily nothing was broken. That was enough for one night, these pests wer
e beginning to play on my mind a little too much. I turned my computer off and attempted to sleep through the intense heat of summer.

  What the fuck? I woke up to something crawling on my leg, I flicked it hard and heard a mouse screech. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. That was it, I flew out of bed and turned the light on. What the hell was going on? It was 4 am, and as I was told, from 3 am onwards, the demons are most active. Could this be a demon playing with me? I don’t believe in coincidences, so something was going on.

  It was closing in on the night of the ritual, and David had mentioned to keep my eyes open as the time neared. I had to wonder, was this my demon guide trying to appear to me?

  Of course, I couldn’t drift back to sleep, there was too much going on around me, and I thought it smart to watch for the signs. Not to mention how incredibly shaken up I was. Yes, I wanted to experience this, but there is nothing that can prepare you for these events. If anyone ever says they aren't afraid, well, they are just lying to themselves.

  I fired up my computer, brewed myself the strongest black tea I could, and attempted to skype David. Well what do you know, it's past 4 am and he's online. The Devil's hour some would call it. No one meddling within the darker realms sleeps through these early hours. I explained everything and got not even an ounce of surprise from him.

  "Maya, you do realise this is innocent compared to anything that is actually coming, right?" he asked.

  "Yes, of course, David," I answered "but I won't lie to you, I am really nervous. I don’t know what will manifest, and lately, something has been screwing up my manifesting mojo."

  "Well, Maya, I can tell you, as I have many times before, you are screwing up your energy by discussing the process with doubters, you need to stop thinking and start feeling."

  Little did he realise how many times I had doubted him in particular.

  "Can I please have the address now, so I can look the place up?" I asked. "The ritual is supposed to be tomorrow after all."

  "You cannot," he said.

  I scrunched my face up, I cannot? Umm, okay. Those little words have always managed to irritate me way more than they should have.

  Calm Maya, calm.

  "David, I have done everything you have asked, and am genuine, why can I not?" I asked in arrogance.

  "Ahh, Maya, always the impatient one."

  That was it, I was pissed off to the max. If I had been given a dollar for each time someone called me impatient, I swear I would be rich. I was angered to the point that I felt like telling him to go and fuck himself. I reminded myself that the ritual was tomorrow night, and held back my fiery nature.

  "Maya, no one that is brought into the fold is allowed to have particulars. Not until the day of the initiation. Don’t take it personally."

  Boy, was I glad he mentioned that, or I would have said something that I would have lived to regret.

  "Okay, well how do I need to prepare myself for tomorrow night?" I asked.

  "Be well groomed, shave everywhere, sleep with a butt-plug in, and try to cum as many times as you can. Become a slut for your Lord. Wear a hooded cloak with nothing underneath... and bring a mask."

  Oh, so nothing out of the ordinary...

  Butt-plug... sleep with one in. Well, I don’t have one, and I wasn’t about to sleep with one in. But he doesn’t have to know that.

  I ended the conversation feeling a little calmer and perhaps excited, and attempted to get some sleep.

  CHAPTER 5

  Hmm... a butt-plug, I can't say that I am excited about this. The next day, I quickly went and purchased one at the nearest adult shop I could find, and hoped that there was a back entrance. Excuse the pun.

  I was faced with so many different sizes, and as I was not used to anal, I was in a tight position to decide. Small, medium, oh, I don’t know, I was sure this was going to hurt no matter what size I chose. I was not about to ask the man serving for his advice. Okay, jelly-plugs, well they're soft and squishy. Yes, that will do.

  I slowly walked to the counter to pay, and a few guys in the shop eyed me up and down like the towns local slut. I did my best to avoid eye contact with them, and I couldn’t run out of that shop quick enough. Oh for god's sake, Maya, pull it together, you're probably going to be gang-banged tonight, and you're worried about a silly butt-plug, and a few sleazy men.

  I stopped off to buy a few items to help me relax for the night. A couple of bottles of wine, some lubricant, and some migraine tablets... just in case. It was 2 pm and my nerves were already starting to get the better of me. I popped open one of the wine bottles and filled up my glass, I did need to relax my muscles after all. I finished my glass and struggled in pain for at least an hour with the butt plug. I scrunched my face up in agony as my arse swallowed the wide girth of the plug. Thank fuck that's done, I took a deep sigh in relief.

  The darkness of night appeared, and I had received an anonymous email.

  Venture into the light of the Sacred Valley Woods at 3 am, and you shall find us in ceremony. Know that you will dine on the depravity of The Divine One.

  I didn’t know what to think, or how to react, but one thing I did know, those woods were huge. I began to panic, did I really know what I was in for? I cursed my ignorance. I took a short nap and set my alarm for 1.30am.

  The time has come, Maya, wake up... WAKE UP!

  Oh my God, why did I set this ridiculous personalised alarm? It just sent my anxiety through the roof.

  I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the steamy shower. The feeling of the hot water soaking my hair, and running over my skin, down to my toes, calmed me. I pumped some mango body wash onto my loofah and soaped up my body. The fruity aroma filled the air, and the feeling of the rough loofah scrubbing over my nipples and vagina gave me warm waves of pleasure. I kept rubbing the sponge in circles over my nipples, I pinched and rubbed my clitoris, and I could barely stand. My knees began to tremble until I exploded. I rinsed my body with a light head until I was squeaky clean. Once I dressed, I poured wine into the largest glass I had and sipped the sweet liquid.

  Three glasses in, my anxiety had vanished and was replaced with a sinful lust. A dark and playful Maya had emerged. I played some sexy music on my stereo and tried to get right into the zone.

  I began to feel strange energies around me in my sexual state but didn’t have the time to think about that now. I was underdressed in my gothic, black, velvet hooded cloak with absolutely nothing underneath, and had my mask ready to go.

  Of all the thoughts that could be overwhelming my mind, I only hoped and wondered if I had stretched my arse wide enough. I took a deep breath and headed for my car. I decided to leave my plug in for the half-hour drive and could feel every bump in the road as it forced the plug further up into my tight rectum. It sent waves of pleasure through my body in a way that I had never experienced before.

  I got to Sacred Valley and pulled my car into the empty parking lot. I began to feel doubtful, was I being set up? I slowly pulled my plug out and had my last mouthful of the bottle. I stood for a while hoping to see some lights. Nothing.

  Okay, Maya, you’ve got this, just walk.

  I began to pace into the dark, dense woods, trying not to trip in my somewhat drunken state. Before I knew it, I heard noises all around and branches snapping, I sensed something was following me.

  I walked further into the depth of this mysterious place. Suddenly, I was jabbed hard from behind. I grabbed onto a tree in front of me before I had the chance to fall, and turned around to see who or what it was. There was nothing, just a few tree branches illuminated by the brightness of the full bodied moon. I struggled to slow my breath and cautiously ventured on into the woods.

  Rip... my cloak was yanked hard from my side, giving full view to my naked body. A flickering of light could be seen through the trees just ahead of me, and I desperately made my way for it. Soft chanting drifted out as I neared. I gathered my courage and headed straight for it.

  "AVE SA
TANA!

  Hail, Satan, Lord of Darkness,

  King of Hell, Ruler of the Earth, God of this World!"

  As I moved forward, someone savagely grabbed me from behind. He pulled a sack over my head, wrenched back my arms, and bound my wrists tight. It hurt like hell and I screamed out in agony. He pushed me forward, and the soft chanting grew louder with every step.

  "God who invites us to become as gods!

  Muse of our civilisation, Dread Enemy of its tyrant God!

  Satan, mighty Liberator, Bearer of true Light!

  God of our flesh, God of our minds, God of our innermost Will!"

  My eyes were still blinded, and I was held tight, but I could just make out a ring of fire in front of me. I heard a crackling of burning wood, and I sensed darkened eyes on me.

  "O mighty Lord Satan,

  teach us to become strong and wise!

  Teach us to vanquish the enemies of our freedom and well-being!

  REGE SATANA!"

  All of a sudden, I was stripped naked. I felt the warm air blow by and my nipples hardened. I was nudged forward and my pussy moistened. A feeling of fear swept over me, and I bumped into something cold. Someone cut my hands loose, and I was lifted onto some kind of stone alter. Two men lay me down, back first, onto the cold slab as the chanting continued. They tied my wrists and ankles outward. I was helpless and spread eagled, I could feel myself wide open. I tried to understand how I was feeling, but with the mixture of alcohol, lust, and fear, my mind became overwhelmed, and numbness set in.

  I tried to focus on the chanting, I heard my name mentioned in the monotonous drone. An immense pain exploded just above my pussy. It felt like my flesh was being cut, and as I screamed I heard a whisper in my ear…

  "Do not fear, dear child, you are being blessed with the mark of our Lord."

  Before the pain could cease, something was shoved into my vagina, and with that, my blinding hood was removed. I tried to focus my eyes, there were at least ten faceless men in deeply hooded cloaks surrounding me, all chanting and swaying as one.