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Desecrating Solomon: A Forbidden Romantic Thriller

Snippet

Silence closed her eyes and focused, bringing her jittery mind and erratic pulse back into her control. Again.

She was finally there. In The Hallower Chamber. She didn’t permit herself to look about but her peripheral said she’d been wrong. The torture devices and horrific tools she’d imagined hanging from the ceiling and walls, did not exist. She prayed for immediate forgiveness for thinking it would or should.

Six years. She could hardly believe it had passed. Six years as Silence ended today. The dream was seared into her mind, just as her lips had been seared shut in it. She’d delivered the nightmare to Master and by his gifts, he interpreted the meaning. Contemplative Silence. She was to become that. She was to become Contemplative Silence, and she had. For six years to the day.

Master said she was special, not ill. That’s why she was chosen. She didn’t have to hate her visions and dreams anymore. People still looked at her with fear, but since Master came into her life and embraced the dreams and visions, called her curse a gift and her visions the illustrious voice of God, Silence had gained acceptance. Mostly. More importantly, the Queen approved.

Silence carefully slid her gaze to the single door leading in. Decorative black metal held the thick wood slats together. The entire room was black—walls, ceilings, floor—all a rough stone painted a shiny looking onyx. But empty except for the single slab of granite in the shape of a hobbit table where she sat in her ceremonial graduation gown that literally stole her breath. It reminded her of the wet binding cloth Master used to wrap her in for hours to teach her about restraint. Only this one was blood red. She’d never worn anything so pretty, even if she couldn’t breathe well. She saw herself as a single drop of blood—or life force, in the middle of the black room.

Would Master be the one to usher in the final phase? She secretly hoped so. She’d never met the Order’s Queen. She was not permitted to look upon her. Nobody but Master was allowed. Many speculated about the Queen and what she looked like. But Silence didn’t. She worried Master would somehow find out and punish her for the blasphemy. He seemed to be able to read her mind at times. And even though he’d trained her personally in the holy arts of pain and fear, she preferred to not test him. She was strong—he’d said so many times—but there were countless days she believed that by sheer faith. She didn’t feel strong. Or brave. Just the opposite. So many days she was tempted with the dark fears, the destructive ones that threatened the Order’s way. But the holy fear and pain, those were gifts from her Master’s hands. And only complete submission to it could provide the divine power she needed to fulfill her role as the Queen’s chosen Redemptrix.

Her calm insides jolted at the clang of the outer door leading to The Hallower. She stared straight ahead in deferent obedience, eyes cast to the floor. The door opened and her peripheral vision said the nude form was indeed Master. She let out a silent breath mixed with sickness and relief.

She kept herself perfectly still as he shut the door. One metal clank… then two… then three. Her heart hammered in her ears despite her steady breaths. It was always this way, no matter how practiced she was with Master’s training. Her body knew. Her mind and muscles remembered.

“Sweet Silence,” he said when he stood before her.

She stared at his hardened phallus, leaning to place the customary kiss on the butterfly tattoo wrapping its length. He stopped her with a pointer finger on her forehead.

“Not this time.”

Again Silence braced, mostly in confusion. She didn’t remember a single time when he didn’t require the Butterfly Kiss. She still remembered the day he had the vision to get the tattoo. The butterfly on the phallus symbolized that the lost would be ushered to heaven’s door by the seed of Master. During her Silent Contemplation she’d marveled over his interpretation, glad that he seemed to be getting some of her gifts.

She hoped he got all of them.

“You look beautiful in your graduation gown, Silence.” He stroked that same finger along her face, beginning with her temple. Her mind flashed with past disciplines he’d put her through. There was no part of her body he’d not trained in some way, for some sacred reason.

“Thank you, Master.”

She listened closely to his unsteady breaths, thick with the scent of fermented juice. “Are you nervous?”

“No, Master.”

The several grunts followed by strained groans told her he was having divine revelations. “Six years of Silence to usher in the final phase.” The withered words came with the glide of his finger over her lips, lingering long enough for her to know what he wanted. But when she parted her lips to suck, he drew it away, bringing another surprise. “Are you ready, little one?”

“Yes, Master.” The bad fears made her breaths shallow as she struggled with old flight or fight instincts. Why wouldn’t he let her suck it? It was always the not knowing parts that got her, it always was. What he would do each time. He liked surprising her. It had become an unspoken duel between them—her to anticipate, and him to be unpredictable.

A gasp escaped her as she fumbled with the reigns on her control. Master was the one person she would always fear. She was supposed to fear him and only him. Fearing him was allowed, it was good, it was expected, demanded.

Think of the Hallowing Ceremony. Graduating to the next phase. Six years of silence is over.
Sudden terror hit her as she remembered. The dream. The vision for her new name. There had been none.

“So much fear, little one.’His voice croaked with disappointment as he tilted her face up with that same finger, now under her chin. “I am sure you’re eager for your new name.” He began a slow trek to the right of her, his finger gliding off as he went. Silence refused to allow her gaze to stray from straight before her. He’d had the dream? The vision? “I too, am ready to hear it.”

He’d not. Terror raced back in and she swallowed at what this might mean. “There was none.” Her voice rang out with a strength despite the quiver in her gut.

His deep low chuckle behind her, tickled along her spine. “I know,” he whispered, his mouth suddenly at her ear. “Because I was given the dream this time.”

The beat of her heart became a wallop in her chest. Breathe, Silence.

“I’m sure you’re eager to know it?” he said lightly, slowly coming back around on her left now.

“I am excited to learn it.”

“And I’m excited to tell you.” He came to stand exactly before her again. Silence gripped her dress in tight fists as he placed his hands on either side of her head. He pulled her to his phallus, moving his hips side to side lightly. She waited for his direction, knowing not to engage until he communicated firmly. “I had a vision of your new name, little one. A vision of a hand writing on the wall next to my bed.” The tip of his penis stroked errantly over her cheek and lips, meandering and without purpose. “Do you know what it said, sweet angel?”

She shook her head only barely. “No, Master.”

His fingers suddenly bit down in her hair, pulling harder than he'd ever done before. She fought to look him in the eyes the way he always insisted when milking for his essence. But he shoved so far in so quickly and she hadn’t had time to relax her throat, already it burned and hurt. “Talk to me Silence. One last time before you leave,” he growled, grabbing the hair on top of her head while he pinched her nose shut. “Tell Master how much you will miss him. How you will never forget him. How you will only think of him,” he hissed, pounding his penis harder against her throat.

Silence struggled to give him what he wanted, but her body refused, it always did.

“Tell me!” he ordered between grunts and thick groans.

She tried again. She tried so hard.

His fist shot down and slammed into her forehead. A familiar numb buzzing filled her skull and ears. “Tell me Silence, tell me how much you’ll miss me while you fuck our sacrifice!”

She did it in her mind. She screamed until she had no more breath. She screamed as loud and hard as she could, like he wanted her to, but it came as silence. Something had broken inside her years ago. She couldn’t remember the exact day, she just knew it had. She could no longer scream. It was as though she’d forgotten how or lost the ability. No matter how much he beat her or hurt her body, her mind disconnected from everything and she couldn’t. She could feel the pain but she was trapped in silence. Just like her name.

He was close to his brutal orgasm. She could feel it as he fought to choke her with it. It finally came with a long roar and a single word that sent ice along her spine.

“Chaos,” he roared. “Chaos, Chaos, Chaos.” The words came as he thrust his last and she fought not to choke on his divine essence. “No longer Silence,” he rasped. “Your new name… is Chaos. And today... Master will baptize you in it. Then deliver your body to Hell’s door.”

The next blow Master delivered sent Silence into the stone wall. She hurried in alarm to another place inside herself. Every blow that landed on her came with the crack of bone. Confused, she struggled to stay awake. Why was he killing her? Was the final phase to be carried out in the afterlife? Did he realize he was killing her? What if he didn’t realize? Was she supposed to survive it? Was this a test of strength? Divinity?

She began to pray so very hard when sure death came. Please God. Please let me survive, please don’t let me die. Please keep me alive so I can finish your will.

“Chaos!” he roared over and over, the sound echoing in a great distance. “Blood and Chaos. Pain and suffering! It has come! The Desecration of Desecrations is here! Bring him! Bring Solomon Gorge to God that he might purge the sin from this evil land!”

Bring Solomon Gorge. Bring Solomon Gorge.

Silence repeated the name, a life-line to consciousness. She couldn’t die. She couldn’t fail. Solomon Gorge. Solomon Gorge. I’m coming. You will redeem this land. You will save us all from the evil in this land.

Though Silence couldn’t scream it, she did. She screamed it into the darkness, commanding the grave back. Screamed it into the silence, into that never ending night. Solomon Gorge. Solomon Gorge. Solomon Gorge.

To be continued......






Bye,
Lucian