63 Paradise (2/2)
Everywhere burned candles.
In the middle of the pentagram-shaped room stood a huge altar of black granite.
Lola stood wrapped in her black leather coat behind it and looked at Laila.
”Did you meditate as I taught you?” Laila waved her hand impatiently.
”Yes, tell me how this works.”
Lola could barely suppress her anger.
Only the fact that Laila was pregnant and, in Lola's view, bore the brood of the One saved Laila from a deadly attack.
Laila secretly grinned.
If it was up to her, she would send Lola to hell that night.
Lola would hardly welcome finally being so close to her Savior.
”Next door, you will be prepared, and when you enter this room again, the sacrifice will rest on the altar, and you will become her with these knives ...”
She produced two sickle-shaped blades under the altar.
”Then he will take her and while he takes her, you will slit her throat, he will drink her blood, normally he would then on the corpse of the Since you're already carrying his brood, I can not say what he's going to do, wait a minute. ”
Laila looked calmly at Lola.
Inwardly she was tense.
The one.
She thought of the muscular figure of the ram man.
A serious opponent.
But with the sharp knives, she would also have a chance against him.
She had to be fast.
Laila followed Lola through a low door into a small room next to the chapel.
Three Symbolia devotees waited naked in the light of numerous candles.
A huge mirror leaned against a wall.
Lola took her black leather coat off.
The women began to soak Laila's blond hair in blood.
Stinking animal blood, probably from a ram, was poured on her hairline and spread through her hair. They tied it back tight.
Lola began to paint louder with blood or red paint on her body.
She painted Laila's arms, legs, breasts and back.
Laila's belly was anointed with oil in reverence.
Lola gestured to the three helpers to leave the room.
When they were alone, she pulled out two items from a drawer.
She held out Laila's black metal hoop with two short horns.
Laila put it on.
The next item was a night-blue velvet cushion on which two yellow contact lenses rested.
Predator eyes.
Laila put it on with some difficulty and looked at himself in the mirror.
She looked scary.
”Ready?” Wanted to know Lola.
”Ready.” Laila replied.
”Follow me when the gong sounds.” Lola left the room.
Laila stared grimly at the closed door, took the crescent-shaped daggers and whispered
”Showtime”.
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Laila concealed the black folder as well as possible with her own body and the fabric of Danielle's blouse, and with the edge of her hand she carried it over the edge of the tub into the gap behind the tub.
Summersby sprinted.
He only had eyes for the sinking Danielle.
With a tormented cry, he propped himself against the edge of the tub and peered into the broth.
Laila was with him with a quick step.
His head spun around.
Laila's fist hit him hard on the temple.
She reached for his waistband with both hands and balanced it over the edge of the tub.
Her back muscles protested.
Chuckling, the cloudy liquid ran down the outside of the tub.
Summersby's round back protruded from the fluid.
Laila jumped up and dropped her elbow on his spine.
Regardless, Summersby lay face down.
”Closed because of overcrowding.”
Lailareached behind the tub and pulled out the leather folder.
She started running.
Should the stuff do its job.
Later, she would come back and shoot some photos of Summersby's body for her clients.
But first, she had to check if Summersby had told the truth about the imprisoned girl.
Sam stepped behind the curtain and studied the wooden staircase that led steeply up behind the door.
Slowly she climbed the stairs.
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