Post by The Black Orchid on Jul 25, 2014 19:42:04 GMT -6
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††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
†††††††††††††††††††† Cries from the Past ††††††††††††††††††††
“Why do we always end up in the same run down motels?”, she asked softly as she looked out the front windshield of the Chevy Nova that he drove. She sighed as she sat back in the seat and continued to wait for him to get back. “I'd give almost anything to be able to sleep in a comfortable bed and get a decently hot shower.”
She tapped her fingers against her knee as she waited. When he came back out, she turned to look at him. “Well?”, she asked. “How bad is it this time?”
He slid a glace at her and grunted, “How bad is what?”
She rolled her eyes. “How horribly bad and uncomfortable is the bed going to be? How cold is the shower going to be?”, she asked with another soft sigh.
“Seriously, can't we stay in one place with a decently running hot shower?”, she grumbled.
He grunted again and restarted the car. A few minutes later, they were walking into the motel room and she tossed her bag on the bed. “I'm going to get a shower.”, she muttered.
They'd been driving for three days straight and she felt dirty, sticky and damn did she need a shower! They were in the middle of bum-fucked-no where'sville, again, and they were going to be here for at least a week. Or so she thought.
He looked at her as she headed towards the bathroom and growled lowly. When she heard the sound, she turned and looked at him. “What?”, she quipped. Brow arched up slightly.
He didn't say anything. He simply... looked at her. She stood there a moment before turning to start back toward the bathroom. And he growled again. This time, he snarled as well.
Once again, she turned to look at him and tilted her head. “What?”, she asked quietly.
All he did was point to the bed. She from him to the bed. And it crossed her mind to refuse him. But, she knew better. She knew what the punishment was for refusing him whatever he wanted. So, she moved towards the bed. Leaving a trail of clothes behind her.
Once she reached the foot of the bed, she had kicked off her jeans and shoes. This left her standing there in nothing more than a pair of black lacy boy-short panties. Long black hair hanging down her back as she turned to crawl onto the bed.
Once her hands and a knee hit the bed, he snarled lightly and growled again. When she heard the sound, she stopped. Removing the knee so that she was only bent over the bed and supporting herself with her hands as she leaned over.
And then she felt him moving up behind her. She felt his fingers biting into her hips as he grasped them roughly to pull her back against him. And then she heard the tearing of material a moment before...
Two hours later, she was finally in the shower. And praising the fact that the water was hot as she just stood there under the falling water. Her hands planted against the wall in front of her as the water washed over her head, face and body.
She lifted her face up to let the hot water hit her full force before lowering it back down so the spray hit her neck and shoulders. A soft groaning hiss slipped past her lips as the water stung where all the bite marks and nail-ripped flesh was still very tender.
If there was one thing she could say about him, he was nigh on insatiable. Especially when she heard the shower curtain open and he stepped into the shower with her. Only this time, he simply pulled her to him.
Her back to his chest.
His hands began to tenderly caress her body as they stood there. He then reached up to move the spray of the shower head away from hitting her in the face as he retrieved a bar of soap and began to lather his hands up.
As he washed her body, his lips found the shape of her ear. His hot breath washed over her as he spoke.
“We are only going to be here for the night. Tomorrow, we'll be heading home. Home. Where I will rule as the Messiah. And you, my beautiful Priestess.”, his voice was low and gravely.
It made her shudder in pure ecstasy.
†††††††††††††††††††† To Know The Way ††††††††††††††††††††
“To conquer others is to know power.”
She was kneeling in the center of her room. Her hands resting, palms up, on her thighs. Her shoulders were pulled back. Head straight. And her eyes... were closed.
“To conquer yourself is to know The Way.”
She inhaled deeply. Evenly. And the she exhaled. Slowly.
Once the breath left her body, her eyes opened.
Kneeling before her was a beautiful Asian woman. The woman was looking at her with reverence; serenity. Once the woman seen her open her eyes, the woman knelt before her.
“Mother.”, the woman's voice was soft. Barely above a whisper.
The Priestess smiled as she reached out to caress the woman's face. “So beautiful. So innocent.”, she said tenderly.
The woman before her shuddered in pleasure at the Priestess's touch.
“How may I be of service to thee, Mother?”, the woman asked.
The Priestess stood up and moved to stand behind the woman. “Walk with me, Daughter.”, she said softly.
And then turned to head out of her cabin. The woman rose quickly, fluidly and turned to follow the Priestess out of the cabin.
†††††††††††††††††††† Transcending Limitations ††††††††††††††††††††
“The entire world is driven by a will- Blind and ruthless. In order to transcend the limitations of that world, you need to stop willing. Stop desiring. Stop hating.”
The voice was heard through the static of a camera as it came into view.
The two women were walking through a forest. But it wasn't the same forest that was around the compound to the Children of Nephilim and the Messiah of Destruction, Joshua McBride.
No, this was a forest all together different. This forest was lush and green. Growing with life. The trees were actually reaching towards the sky. As if begging the Sun for her heated kiss.
“Heaven endures, and the Earth lasts for a long time. Because they do not live for themselves. Therefore, she who would live for a long time. Should live for others. Serve.. others.”
The Priestess smiles as she walks through the forest. The sounds of birds were chirping. Squirrels were scurrying here and there gathering nuts.
“This is why I serve the Messiah, Mister Jones. This is how I've learned to transcend my limitations. It is in service to him that I have evolved. That I became the woman I was always meant to be.”
She raised her face up to the Sun and inhaled Her essence. Only to return her attention to the path before her. She turned to begin walking once more. And after a few moments, they happened upon a small clear pond.
The Priestess moved to the edge of the pond and stared down into it's clear waters.
“You speak of our match being an easy win for you, Mister Jones. You speak as if you've the actual desire to win.
You fill yourself with desire.
And in filling yourself with desire, you see only illusion. But if you empty yourself of desire, you'll understand the great mystery of things.”
The Priestess moved to kneel by the water. She leaned over and drug her fingers through it.
“You'll soon see, Mister Jones. That I am not like many of your other opponents. I am both soft and hard at the same time.”
She dipped her fingers into the pond once more.
“Like water.
Nothing is soft as water, yet who can withstand the raging flood?”
As she said this, she cut her hand towards the water and sent it flying out to splash back into itself. And watched as the droplets created a ripple effect upon the surface.
She looked back up and smiled towards the woman who was kneeling beside her. She reached out once more to caress the woman's face.
“After Monday Night Mayhem, you'll learn what fear means when you hear 'The Black Orchid'. You ask why and I implore you to educate yourself, Mister Jones.
Orchids are considered a challenging flower to grow. Yet not difficult to rise. Their care of tending can be very.. complex. Many are considered threatened or endangered. Orchids are also the universal symbols of love, perfection and beauty.
However, the black orchid represents Death, Honor and Humility.
You ask why I call myself 'The Black Orchid'?
Because I embrace all of these things. Love and humility. Beauty and honor. Perfection... and Death.
You, however, do not embrace these things. You embrace things that are trivial. Meaningless.
You embrace things, and people, who are... worthless.
Your life is empty, Mister Jones.
As empty as the Cup of Life from which you drink.”
The Priestess stands up, as does the woman beside her, and turns to head away from the pond.
As she walks, she brings her hands before her. Her head is held high.
“Remember this, Mister Jones...
Silence is a source of great strength...
And you speak too much.”
As the Priestess and the woman, Sariel, walk away, the scene fades out to static once more.