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Kjerstie walked into the house, and noticed how unusually dark it was. She tried the light switch on the wall, but to no avail. There must have been a fuse blown somewhere. Damn these old houses, she thought as she felt around in the dark for a candle. She knew that is she could make it to her room, that she had hundreds of candles in various shapes, sizes and colors. She then proceeded to feel around the doorways and walls to find the stairs. When she reached the living room, she saw a dark figure standing in her way. "Who's there," she said. All of a sudden, a match was lit, and she saw who the figure was. "What are you doing Isaac? Why is it so dark? I don't remember there being anything wrong with the power before." He gave her an evil half grin, the ones that he was famous for, and held up a candle. He lit the candle, and when he blew out the match, several candles lit simultaneously. It was then that she was able to look around the room. The candles were all surrounding a pallet of blankets on the floor. On the nearby coffee table, was a knife, a bowl of water, and a book with a pentagram made out of corn glued to it. The setup reminded her of her own altar, and she realized that Isaac planned to do some sort of ritual. Then she had a fearful thought, surely he didn't mean to involve her in this. Did he?

She proceeded to walk past him to the safety of her room, but he grabbed her arm, and looked her in the eye. "Where are you going, Kjerstie? We have things to attend to," he said as he looked at her with a gleam in his eyes.

"I don't understand what you mean?" She looked at him questioningly, as he pulled her to the pallet of blankets. Soon they were both sitting there. He then started unbuttoning his shirt, and soon removed it. She had never expected this kind of behavior from him. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen everything that the gods have him, but that was different. He was laying on a hospital bed in a coma. Now he was there, looking at her, in full power. She didn't know what to expect. "Isaac, what are you doing? What things do we have to attend to? You act as if this was some sort of ritual, where you are going to take me." With the look that he gave her, she knew, that was exactly what he was intending. She tried to get up, but he held her down. She continued to fight until her shirt was ripped off her body. He removed the remains of her shirt, and lay her down on the pallet beneath him. He then looked at her.

"Kjerstie do not fight me, for this is something you will not win. This is your destiny, to be with me tonight. Together with your powers and mine, we will spawn a new generation of the chosen." His eyes took on a light glowing, and she looked deep in them. She tried to think of a spell, to free herself but, her mind went blank. Nothing mattered but his glowing eyes. She allowed him to remove the rest of her clothing. He looked at her curvy body with nothing but appreciation. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "you're so beautiful, do you know that?" He rose just enough to press her lip against his. He gently pried her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. She kept thinking that it wasn't that bad, and she was starting to enjoy his touch. His hand slid down between her thighs and found her secret place. He started rubbing her gently, getting her to respond to him. Soon she was soaking wet, and he knew she was ready. He paused only long enough to remove his remaining clothes, and he positioned himself between her legs. Slowly he entered her, until he filled her completely. She was surprised by his size, what he lacked in height, he made up for with his manhood. He began thrusting slowly, allowing her to match his rhythm. Soon they were both thrashing about, and she clawed his back with her nails. Soon they couldn't stand it any longer, and they both climaxed. He fell down on top of her as their breathing slowed. All he said was, "It is done."

She closed her eyes and with a flash of light, she opened them. She was tied to a corn cross, as Isaac looked down at her. "You have betrayed us, Kjerstie, now he will choose your punishment." She looked around as they started lifting up the cross she was tied to. She screamed "NO, No, NO!" With that she woke up in her bed, safely in her room.

She rose from the bed, and saw a light turn on under the door, followed by footsteps that stopped at her door. The door opened and Isaac walked in. "Is there something wrong? I heard you screaming."

"I'm all right, I just had a nightmare, that's all." He sat next to her on the bed. She noticed his nightshirt was unbuttoned showing his chest, and she was reminded of her dream. She looked away embarrassed.

"Do you want to talk about this dream? Dreams mean many things. It could be a sign of some sort."

"Um no not this one, I'm sorry I can't talk about it......it's too....personal."

"All right then, I will leave you be." He started to walk out of the room when he stopped and turned around. "Kjerstie, about the argument we had earlier, perhaps I was being to hard on you. You should come to us...on your own." He smiled at her and left the room, with the closing of the door. She sighed and lay back down, what was going on in her life?

Isaac stood outside her door listening to her. He knew exactly what her dream was about. He made her have the dream and was there with her. He felt her body, in every way. He smiled to himself, yes everything was going according to plan.

WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK? WHAT IS ISAAC'S PLAN? YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT TIME SAME CORN TIME SAME CORN CHANNEL!!!