Author's Note: This chapter is crucially based on the song Personal Jesus by one of my favorite artists of all time Marilyn Manson! Please give it a try while reading the chapter or after reading it! I would like to hear your thoughts! Last but not least, I'd like to genuinely apologize for the slow updates, nevertheless, there are times when I'm running out of motivation and it's hideously exasprating. Please don't unfollow me or so forth just because I don't update every day like sometimes or often. Thank you! :))

- The Next Morning -

The morning after bled into the inevitable celestial twilight of the daily episodes' cusp and becoming a hopeless victim of the summer breeze's pace. The dilapidatingly stale, flabbergastingly stout prison's grandiose façade witnessed its stone walls the early morning's obdurately shrill of the exaltingly honey-mouthed birdsongs eerily wreathing the exterior outdoors accompanying the dim celestially gilt sun boldly triturating its beamingly vibrant rays filtering the wards and individual rooms. The crispy aggressive howl of the early morning's gale unremittingly barked the vacant exterior of the prison's monumental yard, where the rich yields of apocalyptically withered flowers, bushes and tall trees embellished the exterior prospect, vulnerable to the roundish sun's ethereally ever-lasting colonization of the pasty sky and its sacredly gilt skeins stitching every discrete detail of the authentically majestic outdoors' prospect.

Oddly for the esthetically gloomy illustration's ambience the birdsongs ironically contrasted the apocalyptically unholy withered swarm of plants and trees that no longer flourished preternaturally heartwarming as well. The bright contrast between the sole tiny spark of catharsis's melancholically elating ballad and the sable barrens the forsaken prison became a home to the medley of invincibly invisible demons, untouchably stealthy shadows, the bountifully seamless layer of hideous dust and the frigidly unwelcoming loneliness. It was sarcastically aesthetic the jail's dilapidating façade to have its own theme song that was heavenly soothing the shadows and demons strangling the very corners of the jail's sites as well.

Notwithstanding the circumstances, the last night's vast inebrity chased down agitatedly its sinful preys of the luscious liquor in the game room, yet opulence of pearly precious moments wafted into the prisoners' train of thoughts. They could be interpreted as tipsy flirts, unspeakably goofy dances and wobbles to the other part of the game room. The heinously drunken shenanigans and eavesdropping thoughtlessly mindless the music as if a wee party of rich liquor and authentically enticing company the cardinal factors of the last night's thrown party in the site during the High Countess's heavy slumber even though she passed out.

The arcanely enticing flirts Frank and Timothy traded with one another thorough their warm, alcoholic-stained breaths etching their mouths to constrict the construction of every prey of drunkness' pules pitching the stone, coherent walls. Moreover, once the alcohol took an unavoidably serious toll on them and ominously noxious streaming its alcoholic-stained blood surging through their veins and muscles to hydrate their frail skeletons, the male duo traded with one another uniquely authentic moments through the coherently goofy flirts, baits and the hair-risingly intoxicating touchs cradling their fleshy muscles. Broadly huge grins etched their nude pink, chapped mouths. The purely fleet euphoria rabidly rapid danced in their abyss, starkly glassy and wintery lukewarm to leak the frigid flares of the alcohol's sore affliction fleetly snapping their worries and vortex of thoughts' properly versatile function.

Once the middle of the wee hours of the morning after bled into the divinely profound nirvana of the daylight episode's jumpcut to the gloomily sunny climate embracing warmly the Mother nature's children and soldiers, from the flock of formerly intoxicated by the sinfully insatiable alcoholic beverages vastly have fallen asleep hopelessly wherever they could dump their own thumped bodies against the blood-curdlingly icy concrete floor sheltering their tender fleshes. It seemed that the party was no longer ethereally timeless deposited behind the scenes of the site. The straight lines seamlessly stitched Olivia, Frank, Timothy, Robin-Mary and Elias's motionlessly cherub pink lips or rather the sacred pentagram of the intoxication.

Their prisoner outfits were brilliantly clean as if the stains were unremittingly obdurate though their attempts to spotlight their fantastic luster plaguing the sheer fabrics of their attires hugging their frail skeletons. The notoriously unavoidable boundaries of expectancies of incidental woes staging its agitated play apt to tandem its anomaly was a despondently indistinctive whisper of the barren past almost dwindling its crystal brilliance sullying its blotchy apertures. The severe hangover fogged their yet senseless skulls and relentlessly searing detonating its migraine vindictively consuming them.

In the interval, Leslie and Raymond retired out of their manager's office due to the High Countess's spine-chillingly exceeding order to bring the obdurately mutinous inmates in her office to award them with the most deservedly bloodthirsty, brassly heartless retribution for the held hangover party the last night while her beauty comma ultimately commanded sternly its blackout noxiously villainous subjugating her tense muscles and bones. The humdrum spate of dully shrill footsteps drummed against the concrete on their mission to reach their impending destination after retreating from their manager's office and currently on their way to descend the stairway to the first floor. The echoes of the thought-provokingly down-to-earth trance into their moderated their movement speed indicating their quickness per a handful of seconds until Leslie and Raymond no longer populated the second floor and rather they marched towards the game room to venture up without an ado.

The bone-chillingly tranquil illustration of the drifted off asleep inmates and bleating its blatantly ruthless, unpreventable snores inflating faintly their brittle lungs as Elias and Olivia were bluntly motionless lounging their immobile bodies against the cemented floor's, whereas Robin's fleet shelter was the table unlike the British compatriot and the former cop exchanged with each other a whole sofa.

"C'mon, homie!" At the moment, the middle-aged lady ushered to gesticulate with her petite, leather-gloved-clad hand to the brunet escorting her starkly docile shortly after their instantaneous arrival in the site at last, examining in a scrutiny quirkily attentive each discrete detail recently bleeding its translucent cataract of the absolute reality and its grotesquely authenticity. The hoarseness of the Louisianian's warily stealthy mutter severely razor-edged acuminated her humor that was far cry from jovial and every pattern of profound glee fell from her facial attributes. Drifting her half focus absorbed in her close friend, meantime, the platonic duo dawdled up their very presences tiptoeing surreptitiously in the room as if diabolically nocuous rogues snuck up inside the deepest lairs of their recently targeted locale for their stubbornly sinful discoveries with scarcely leaving its mark of their appearance. "We don't have that much time to mess around, because time is money, Ray!"

"I'm trying, Les!" Struggling to buff a pensive purse wedging his naturally pale-pinkish, brim lips whilst his hematite abysses kindled its igneously insecure panic tinting his irises, whilst lulling his dry, berry-coloured tongue to lick thoughtfully his dry, chapped lips at the thought of cuffing the inmates' frail wrists and drag them brashly to their leader's office. "Which one do you think we have to drag?"

"All of them said The High Countess!"

"We are two and they are like five folks,"

"It doesn't matter."A heavy, cold-bloodedly jaded sigh left the dark-haired woman's amenable, tiny nostrils while shooting a nimbly rapid glimpse at the immobile bodies' rich pile and quirking quizzically an eyebrow sternly to formulate her heavy graveness unfeelingly camouflaging Leslie's heavy wrinkles and lower eyelids. "Since the High Countess orders us to take care of five folks, the job should be done at any cost!" The suddenness of the middle-aged gentleman maneuvering to roll his hematite abysses at the bitter yelp of his close friend caught him off guard once Leslie yanked vehemently the hem of his beige trench coat, a boyishly troublesome, prim smirk sprawled bravely upon his pale-pinkish mouth to stifle the stoicism's unsacred disappearance embellishing his parchment complexion.

Raymond Casey Ullman was actually a man in the beginning of his sixties with graciously tanned skin tone exquisitely highlighting his enchantingly individual facial attributes and his heavy wrinkles, besides his dimples perkily inscribing his well-carved, chubby cheeks. His body structure was approximately average with mild beginnings of muscles' moderation of his biceps and legs. Further his height was gauged circa 5'10. Notwithstanding the circumstances, the German compatriot's roots were eminently German and efficiently vast puncturing his firmly profound accent during his formulated utterances shortly after conjugating its swarm of vowels and syllables properly. His rotund silver moons fashionably matched with his perpetually balding eyebrows, his partly bald-clad head with its plastered short mop of hideously greasy dirty aureate strands framing his complexion. Last but not least, during his former life as a mortal his occupation was actually an accountant who was once happily married with a wife and four children until a road accident bestowed him a bonus chance to dwell out of the expansive grand mortal world as his spectral found its new home in the somberly foreign purgatory for a week.

- A Few Minutes Later or So -

"Ha, ya got yourselves in such a woeful trouble!" All of a sudden, the Bostonian lifted up her rear from the cherry wood bureau and channelized to approach the horde of prisoners whilst the German compatriot and the Louisianian guarded the office outside, due to the fiercely stringent order of their leader. The austere huskiness of her categorical reprimand darkened with its dancing great medley of rueful sarcasm, dim ire and delirious lugubriousness in the pit of her stomach that was sheer barren except a handful of glasses of water couldn't even compensate the exotic breakfast she was anticipating from her hired artistically professional cook to prepare for her.

In a few minutes, the minions of the Bostonian hoisted the jailbirds in the austere office shortly after fulfilling its stringently cold-hearted order and they sunk its graceful meekness to be in charge of the hallway of the compact room that was the true epitome of vacant desert except for the stairway embodying the cusp of the both floors. Two floors. Two completely foreign worlds with their own one of a kind, meaningfully gruesome aesthetic interpreting the luxury Jude was extravagantly treasuring like obtaining freshly prepared dishes by the cook, besides the refreshingly inebriating cocktails she was being served during her breaks and shifts along with her strictly frequent supervision emanating from her hazelish-brown minerals transfixed on the recurring glitter of its violet orb.

The jailbirds that were destined to do any kind of a remarkably tiresome task or chore according to their daily routine formatted by their director coveted more than anything once to share one night in a sufficiently decent furnished and adequately maintained bedroom with angelically stainless bed sheets that were far cry from extravagantly patchy, besides to often spend every morning, noon and evening in masticating humble dishes. The miserable poverty their destiny graced them ethereally remorseless was far cry from seventh heaven's landscape except for the director of their demonical retribution to be imprisoned somewhere who is running a demolished facility with an iron fist.

The monstrously infernal fury surged through the former licentious jazz nightclub singer's very veins and hypodermically sweltering heat infectiously building its unpreventable blush to mop her forehead with generous layer of crystalline perspiration. The satanically preternatural domination that was a natural personality trait potently unceasing developing the former promiscuous nightclub singer's ultimate persona pulsated into her petite-frame. She couldn't bear any longer every nervously ticking second of its pearly precious time to eavesdrop its delusional ode of the sugarcoated lies and exaggerations that certain prisoners got away with an ease, besides plummeting down the crude harshness of their retribution due to their fantastic slyness.

In the interim, Robin-Mary, Olivia and Timothy's parchment, swan expanses were recently buckled by the lunettes' roundish amply sizable gap offering them the cusp of the spine-chillingly hard-boiling demise and the supernally unique life even though it was woefully ironic a spectral's life to dwell out of its gruesomely immortal figure. Eerie lines adorned the blonde along with the horde of prisoners' façades. Frank and Elias didn't have other choice with exception contemplating through the despondently emotionless dominos unmasking the hangover's remnant of temporal ecstasy it bestowed every individual that had haughtily participated in the miniature party's formation the night before.

Lifelessness glamorously relevant shimmer waltzed in the twins of gemstones landed on the former pious woman of the cloth's anatomy, surveying her in a scrutiny and admiring her crispy bone structure fleshy and fabric's blended layer to embrace their eyesight coupled with her slyly prim, broadly serpentine smirk furiously buffing her royal vermillion brim oral slit. Folding her arms across her chest, the Bostonian managed to waltz nonchalantly cocksure the site as the dozens of elaborated footsteps timidly drummed against the carpeted floor, whereas her honey brown gemstones speared the recent preys of the hangover and headstrongly investigating the shenanigans they have formulated to be served at last.

The megawatt tension the very walls of the site witnessed asphyxiated the self-esteem of each jailbird, bearing a semblance of the surreptitious burglary of supernally gilded hearts as if their divinely gigantic wings grew and flipped agitatedly to flee to their dream destination eventually. Even if the British compatriot, the Afro-American, the former police officer, Elias and Robin-Mary could be gauged as five and outnumbering the High Countess, yet the rawly flinty authority that was so untouchable, so austere and so invincible against its wry riots.

"What are you waiting for with those replies that take even seconds to grant me a rational explanation to the remnants of the mess ya did the night before?" Wolfy, uninviting howl quivered the former devotional sister of the church's bottom plump lip articulating the genuine notion of her darker side that was eventually confronting its victims of her wrath and vermillion authority. The jailbirds resiliently inward prayed neither of them to confront their gory punishment at all even though they could solely hope for false hopes that certain scale of their inner voices high-pitchedly blatant, recklessly echoed like ghost whispers of the unimpressively unpeaceful former mortals' souls wandering low-spiritedly their final homes.

"That is quite undeserved, madam!" Soar thickness vindictively barbaric seethed the widower's Adam apple, whereas his big, rotund lapis lazuli gems registered to prong Jude, majestically luminous with untouchable fury amalgamating with its fiery resentment. The inexorably heavy heart pulses synced the lethally dull thumps into their eardrums at the low-spiritedly amplified ballad of the adrenalines' chant whizzing their bones and muscles hypodermically sweltering. "Nobody got hurt just after such an awesome hangover!"

"Yet it doesn't give ya the right to throw a party and getting drunk as skunks!" Fashioning into balled fists her elvish, femininely alabaster hands whilst her sacredly strong, deft fingers bashfully balled her sleeves cuffs promptly, reproducing the impulsively antagonistic wrath apt to trance in her body language and manners lastly. "And most of all, you haven't even informed in first place. How shameless of ya!"

"Even if we did such an atrocity without informing you, at least nobody deserves such a cruel punishment just for the lacking information wandering in your office!" Meantime, the redhead's naturally roseate, chapped mouth foamed its sharp retaliation aimed to the blonde, whose strawberry-coloured, wet tongue manipulated to lull out of her vermillion lips and lick greedily her upper and lower lip afterwards. Dawdling her monstrously piercing glare at the flock of inmates, the blonde's blood boiled accompanying diligently its vividly violent throb into her ribcage as if the ethereally endless time has halted its gamely vehement rivulets' flows. "Just make the difference,"

"I won't make any differences and it's my property, my rules, Miss Benson!" Cutting her off curtly through the thin veil of amplifying strong-willed spleen venomously serpentine sullying the former holy nun's northern lilt puncturing her iron supremacy and retreating back to her bureau to retrieve her lacquered thick whip until her swift return was accomplished in a long stride of footsteps ghosting the floor. "I wish I could whip yar naked bums for your shameless brashness against my system and my rules," A heavy snort coursed through her dainty nose, whereas readjusting her petite hand's spidery fingerless gloved-clad fingers crook circa the whip's handle without averting her glare. "Even though yar pretty luck somebody isn't inserting things in your buttholes and yar being compromised for that one."

"C'mon, madam! Since you're know-it-all, we shall see what do you exactly the difference!"

"Don't challenge me, Elias! No wonder why you and Timothy aren't that cocksure to be trapped under the guillotine's lunettes!" In a long minute of self-conscious oscillation between examining in a scrutiny her weapon of choice for the sorely gory retribution and tightening its shamelessly brass grasp, consequently the Bostonian gruffly cleared her throat with the palm of her only free hand and maintaining unspeakably morbid meager distance with the trapped trio. "I have had enough from all of ya!"

The brash neutrality of the former possessed doctor simmered uneasily in the pit of his stomach and struggling to swig obdurately its bittersweet lump tormenting his fleshy throat muscles. Even though he wasn't a keen enthusiast of his once rara avis's unimaginably massive crudeness plaguing every inmate, yet even if he rebelled all alone against her celestially sacred supremacy it would equate to a fatal feud. What he witnessed actually was the genuine archetype of the richly abstract medley of betrayal, resentment and choler betrayed its utter tranquility. He couldn't even stop her at all.

She was even embodying an immortally divine demigod's subtle cloak wavering restlessly hysteric to leak her heroic glory and power God graced her shortly after her arrival in the purgatory, due to the inevitably vast blizzard of woes she's being through in her past life when she was once a mortal like every one of a kind with their own mission. Personal Jesus was recurringly shrill thumping its victims' inner voices of recited in mumble somber prayers seeking its supernaturally hallowed freedom from what they the least deserved even for the pettiest mistake. Anguished bewails yelped the trio as soon as the series of smacks of whips across their symmetric buttocks rendered them to forge its unpredictable flinches.

Author's Final Note: I know it's the 5th chapter and it's a special anniversary to mark its beginning of the sequel, nevertheless, what are your actual thoughts on the whole story up to now and do you really enjoy it? Do you like the eerie vibes the purgatory rewards as well?

I'm genuinely apologizing for the late updates and being such a dummy even though it's tough to keep freshly updated 5 projects especially 3 ongoing books! I hope you liked and enjoyed this chapter! 3333