Standing and waiting for the worshippers to settle so she could begin calling mass for the other side to guide them, Mistress Rina scanned the congregation in front of her. Hooded, robed worshippers knelt in subjugation to the Others. Reverently acknowledging the power given them by the Others.
Mistress Rina was five feet six tall with cat-like emerald green eyes and long silky black hair. She commanded obedience and was severe in any punishment of the congregation for any misdemeanour, no matter how slight.
She stood before a large black altar decorated with bleached skulls and crossed bones, sitting elegantly on a dense black stone platform. The worshippers knelt in rows, waiting for the message the other side would send through the Ouija board Katrina controlled.
The ceremony ended, and Rina thanked the Others for their decisions and shut the portal to them.
Now they had to prepare, as the Others had given the number of males and females they needed for the offering.
Mistress Rina called her leaders to a meeting in an hour. They had to begin finding subjects who were under 25 years old for the sacrifice to the Others. The worshippers would offer one male and one female. The One had allowed them to keep the excess captives for their twisted perversions or the auction.
Sitting at a table, they decided to send the young females to bars as the men were always easiest to catch with younger females. Still, the females were stupid, easy and fun to catch. Show a wad of cash and see what
Followers prepared the required equipment, and cages of different sizes were ready for the next group of trainees. The brick cells had a thin, dirty mattress, one blanket, and a bucket.
Candlelight faintly lit the
Mistress Rina inspected the basement to ensure preparations were on schedule. Worshippers up to sixteen years old also assisted their mentors in setting up the ceremony for the last stage of their training. Once they had completed this, they selected their own pet if they passed.
Caroline sat at the bar, her black dress clung seductively to her, and blonde wavy hair hung to her hips. Dark almond-shaped eyes gazed slowly around the tables as if looking for someone before locking eyes with a young black-haired man. She smiled provocatively at him, turned back to the bar to continue her drink, and watched in the bar mirror as he approached.
He was perfect, she thought, masculine, good-looking, sexy, and the right age. Caroline was sixteen but dressed up, and she looked eighteen. She knew the barman here, though, as he was a guest for functions at the mansion.
The young man introduced himself as Alex, sitting next to her and ordering drinks for them. Twenty minutes he was in Caroline's car, heading for her place.
Within five minutes of the drive, Alex tried to reach for his phone and realized he couldn't move his arms or legs. Looking over at him, Caroline smiled. Things were going well.
The following day, seven men and three women were in cages in the basement, ready to be prepared by the worshippers. Mistress Rina divided six remaining captives among the followers and selected two for herself.
"Remember, two are offerings, do not touch!'
It was pitch black in the basement as several hooded figures entered with the equipment for the captives, talking between themselves.
Dim lighting illuminated the room as the captives begged to be let out and let go. No one would tell the police, and they would give them money. They would do anything for the freedom to leave.
The group ignored the pleas as they secured their wrists behind their backs, while others placed leather hoods on them, with the eyes openings covered. Terrified panic squeals broke the basement's silence as the group ignored the captives' screams and pleading.
Finally, it was silent as the last captive was hooded and gagged.
With all the captives prepared, the worshippers left them, returning to inform Mistress Rina.
Alex was terrified as he knelt in his cage, his heart hammering in his chest. Someone grabbed his arms and pulled them behind him, securing his wrists, and a leather hood was fastened over his head and blindfolded him. He struggled as voices excitedly encouraged him to try harder as a chinstrap tightened, forcing his mouth shut.
Blindfolded, bound and kneeling in a cage, Alex tried feverishly to understand what was occurring. As a gag had silenced him, he could hear as the others became silent.
No sounds of screaming anymore. It was utterly silent.
Was anyone still even here? What did they want with them all? Questions he had no answers to swirled in his head as he knelt, not knowing why.
Mistress Rina was well known for her sadism and training tactics and techniques; many admired her and sent problem pets to her for retraining.
