All Chapters of Sisyphyra: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tramping slowly as if intoxicated through a maze of wall dry creeping growth hang on the wall. She walked barefooted to hide away the sounds her footstep may give. Her heavy sign echoed through the wall. Walking aimlessly with no sense of direction, a faint cry alerted her of impending danger. A little girl appeared in the shadows. She stretched forth her tiny hands. She saw that they were stained with blood."Where are your parents?" She asked moving cautiously towards her."Helpme," she said moving backward into the shadow creating a means to make her a bit as she follows. Hearing the heavy stump of feet behind her was not enough to divert her attention."Sholay, I'm here don't go" Laura dressed in a bright blue pantsuit shouted to get her attention but it was of no help. Finally, Sholay got close to the little girl. She could feel her heart beating in fright by the second. Her eyes scanned her surroundings trying to pay attention to where she was.

She parked the car. The gentle rippling click of the key turning away from the ignition was crisp into the silence. For a brief moment, she waited feeling at the stillness. Clustered on the summit of the towering mound, the fractured rooftop of the old church hovered on the hill. Poised in the cloud-like a rubbled dust-drenched lighthouse beacon. She stood watching, puzzled by a heart-stopping sense of loss vaguely troubled. She saw the house adjacent to the old church, the one Mr. Joe had told her was his. Grabbing her luggage, she paused outside for a moment to take in the cool breeze. From somewhere in the old church, a bell began to toll on. She glanced towards the sound. The bell had a tower above it. It made the church look like an ancient house with a chimney. Remembering she had come with a camera, she took out from her car and began to snap pictures. The melancholy resonance echoed through the hills. Seeping through her tired body. The overcast of rolling clouds

With his back on the rug and she struggled to gain dominance. "Wait!"He croaked deeply. Overwhelmed with a burgeoning feeling that prompted him to want to lose control. "We need protection"   "There's no need, I want you now" she ordered grabbing his hands away from my waist as she held them above his held in hostage.  She began to ride him rubbing her ass against his balls, dancing to an unknown beat only she could hear. As the drums in her head began to beat, she increased her pace. Panting heavily, their moans and groans were overshadowed by the music playing from the club.  "I'm going to -" he forced out.  He couldn't help himself.  She's too good, just too good.  He hasn't felt anything like this before.  Staring down at his dilate,d her eyes suddenly became darkly clouded. Overwhelmed by the zeal to touch the vein on his neck. She grasped it. With an unknown force, she held

The aura around her felt like something was burning.  "Can you smell it?" She asked."The cleaning agent? Yes. You will get used to it" Nurse D replied. It wasn't a detergent she had smelled but rather something organic like burning flesh. Like a lump of burnt meat."Is there a kitchen?""Yes, it's down the hall""Oh"It seemed it's from the kitchen. She thought. On getting to the Lab, they entered an examination room where she was told to strip naked. There was a  male tech and female nurse in the room who poked and checked her body for bruises and lesions. As her hand ran through her joints Sholay stiffened at her touch. Seeing this, the nurse jotted

"Run scum. Run coward!" The creature gave a guttural yelping of laughter filled with malevolent spite as Father Francis left the room shutting the door. Then, it turned its gaze at Father Lazarus. It dropped gradually to the ground hissing. "Let the enemy have no power over her and the son of iniquity be powerless to harm her, hear my prayer Oh Lord!" The Father reached up his hand and traced the sign of the cross, slowly, on her bow while he continued to read from the text of the Ritual. The hissing ceased and was replaced with a nerve-shredding lowing of a steer. "And let my cry come unto Thee. The Lord be with you and with your spirit." He pressed a portion of the stole to her neck while he continued. "Who sent your only begotten Son into the world to crush the fiery dart