Cool Runnings Storyteller

31th Installment of La Diablesse

I must have fallen asleep because when I opened me eyes the torches were lit up in a perfect circle round the cave. Yellow and red glows cast long shadows on the walls that scurried back and forth when the torches light flickered in the breeze. I sat up, me damn back ached from lying on the alter so long. I looked round, there was no one else in the cave with me so I stood up and stretched trying to get some of the kinks out of me joints. I took one last look round making sure there was no one else in the cave then slowly walked to the area where I say the girl came in, I mean, this could be a perfect chance for me to try a thing and escape.

I walked to the entrance taking one step at a time cautiously looking round, me heart racing as the vein in me neck throbbed and emotions rushed through me in a surge of hot and cold flashes. I walked beyond the light of the torches it was so dark I could not even see the palm of me damn hands, I groped in the dark making sure I would not bump into anything. After bout three minutes I saw a light ahead of me and walked towards it, the shadows created by the flickering light moved on the wall as if they were doing a ritualistic dance, sometimes, when the light moved it looked as if someone was laying in wait to jump on me so I stopped and peered into the dim lit passageway. In that one frigging moment of hesitation I felt something crash into me back and I fell forward smashing me face into the dirt. I tried to lift meself up but someone was sitting on me bloody back. I struggled to breath as sand filled me mouth, I tell you what, all that course sand stuck at the back of me throat felt like I had swallowed a mouthful of broken glass. I lay there in a Simi conscious state a fury of fists was pounding at the back of me head, suddenly the weight was lifted off me and I saw she white dress as I was dragged cross the sand, small seashells dug into me chest but I barely felt the pain as I slipped into unconsciousness.

I woke up with a start but soon settled down as a sharp pain resonated on the back of me head so I closed me eyes and shook me head hoping to alleviate some of the pain. When the pain subsided I slowly opened me eyes and me vision was blurry but soon me sight became more focused, the beautiful woman from yesterday was standing over me not smiling this time there was just the look of a wife bout to chastise she husband.

“We tried to be nice to you, but just like the rest of them you had to be disrespectful,” she voice was stern and she spoke with a slight Brutish accent.

“You have angered the women in our little community and now you must face the consequences.” At first I was afraid, but that was soon replaced by anger.

“Be nice to me!” I screamed, “you people or whatever you are kidnapped me, dragged me here and you want to be respected, what in the hell do you want from me?’ I shouted.

“No!” she shouted back she voice changing to a high pitch squeal. “What do you want?’” I was surprised by she reply; stupid cow forced me here and was trying to make me feel guilty for not respecting theml.

“I want you to let me go,” I shouted back at she. She leaned over, she face contorted with anger.

“Selfish, selfish!” she screamed. “Do you think it is fun for us to live in this limbo? This uncertain purgatory where the living is afraid of the dead and the dead scorning you for wanting to control your own destiny,” She walked round the Alter she eyes ablaze with anger.

“In their own way, all these women are beautiful, but while alive they did not have the chance to lay with anyone so when they arrived at the thresh hole of the light I was there waiting. Yes, I requited them, told them about Erzulie Frieda, the Goddess who demanded respect of everyone. She who hates the bourgeois and their greed and their disdain of the common people, I told them about how she seduced people with her charm and how they flocked to bring her gifts. They too wanted to be like her, get the respect in the afterlife they did not get when they were walking among you, the unforgiving living. So this is where we are, closer to Larilocan the place where the Gods live under the sea.” She stopped talking but kept walking round the rock. I wanted to scream at the witch tell she how what she was saying made no damn sense, but I didn’t want to make she more vexed after all I was laying there shackled to a bloody rock.

“There was a time in the past it was easy to find men for these women to lay with but some of the gods, those male pigs; they grew jealous because they wanted to deflower these women themselves, so they cursed us with these goat legs trying to make us undesirable to mortal man. Still we were able to find those who were so obsessed with sex they would sleep with anyone, but the new religions came with they rules and restrictions and the men who once were great warriors fell for they lies and now we are left to take what is rightfully ours by force. That’s why you are here you with your colonialist education, your catholic upbringing and your high and mighty social lifestyle, yes, we have been watching you for a long time, and you should have listened to Johnny and believed you should have paid more attention to your heritage instead of following the colonialist philosophy. Legba John learned the hard way, now he thinks he can rid the earth of us. Aaahhhhhhh, he is a silly old man.’ She threw she head back and laughed the high-pitched squeal sounding more like she was screaming.

“And we have you, yes, you me boy,” she walked up to the Alter and began running she fingers down me chest.

“We are going to love making you submit you are stronger than most for sure, oh, and don’t think you being in love with that yanky girl will help you either. I have waited too long to get hold of you.” She hand stopped right before it got to me privates and began rubbing gently, man I tell you what, I was becoming aroused real fast but I closed me eyes and tried to will meself not to, she realized what I was doing and dug she fingernails into me flesh I gasped, fear and excitement overcame me at the same time.

“Huh, we have been administering one of the strongest potions so that even if you can’t fight your natural desires. Erzulie Frieda has thought us intricate ways of seduction so just give in, let yourself enjoy because when we are done with you, you will be no good to any living woman.” She laughed again digging she nails deeper into me flesh, I lay stunned every part of me body throbbing as pain shot up me stomach.

“Now stop being selfish, these women have suffered long to be here, be restitution for all the male pigs that have oppressed women over the centuries. The slave owners, the abusive husbands, the high thinking bourgeois from which you were spurned, be a sacrifice to all women who have been treated like less than animals, be a man, be strong.” The smile returned to she face and she removed she hand from me stomach and reached up and caressed me cheeks with the back of she hand, I exhaled as the pain in me stomach subsided. I tried to move me head but she grabbed it and pulled it round until I was looking at she

“Life is too short, enjoy yourself. There are women out there waiting to perform an orgy of rituals on you. Relax; it’s every man’s dream to die that way.” She looked down at me for a couple of seconds then turned and slowly walked away. I was so angry me head felt like it would explode and I was shaking me whole body tense. I watched she walk away the sun shimmered off she black hair causing it to glitter with sparkles of dark orange, I thought oh god just what I needed an image of hell moving.

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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