ScribeIs it wrong to write graphic, gory, sexually explicit Christian dark fantasy that is Bible-based?
Excerpt:
When she goes in for another kiss, the sister puts a finger on Shawna’s puckered lips, says “No” and then whispers something in her ear. The sister follows up her whispered request with a kiss on the surprised, and turned on, Shawna’s cheek. Shawna turns with a smile on her face and disappears towards the back of the house.
Ziva follows Shawna.
Shawna goes into a room where a young girl is refusing to have sex with a paying customer and he is pissed! He is the man from earlier with the multi-colored beard and the young girl is the jet-black beauty he was fixated on.
Shawna smiles an evil smile.
He is trying to force himself on her, only stopping when he feels someone tap him on his shoulder. He angrily turns to challenge whoever it is who has the audacity to interrupt him and as he turns, he lays his eyes upon the beautiful Shawna.
His anger is instantly pacified, but he’s not exactly sure what to do. Does he invite her to join? Does he have to pay her? Should he force her to join?
Unaware, and unconcerned, of the thoughts going on inside the young man’s head, Shawna simply looks him up and down and smiles a seductive smile.
He maintains his aggressive stance only to soften up as she slips a hand inside his open robe and slowly slides it down to the contents in his undergarments. He begins to smile in pleasure as they share a long, seductive glance into each other’s eyes while she is gently rubbing and massaging his privates. They continue to look passionately at each other until her face begins to change.
Her once beautiful, seductive, light-brown eyes are now are a light-grey color with thin, black, vertical pupils like some sort of venomous viper would have and they do not blink. The passion that was once in them has been replaced with a look of contempt, borderline hatred.
Her beautiful skin now has snake scales, her nose has flattened into two slits and her mouth is slightly open revealing fangs and a forked tongue that is flicking up and down, in and out. He is now neither aggressive, turned-on or smiling.
She holds out her unoccupied hand to the young girl to help her up to her feet and in one, violent motion with her other hand, she digs her sharp nails into the young man’s groin then with one, swift pull, she completely tears off the man’s private parts. He screams in pain as she pulls her bloody hand out from under his robe with his penis and both of his balls in her palm.
Ziva covers her mouth to prevent herself from vomiting.
Shawna looks at the bloody, useless trio in her hand with disgust and throws it to the ground, wiping the warm blood from her hand onto his expensive robe and takes a couple of extra seconds to clean the blood off her long, razor-sharp fingernails that are painted black.
A pair of small, red eyes observes the bloody morsels from the darkness of a corner in the room…
The injured man is now bent over grabbing what is still considered his crotch while he’s screaming and shouting obscenities to her. She does not look amused. She had a feeling their paths would cross again. She turns around, puts the leash back on the young girl and prepares to exit the room.
The young girl has seen her handler’s transformation from sexxxy female to some sort of snake-like being and back to looking like a human. She is perplexed and leery to go with her at first; however, she is grateful for her assistance and she has also seen the handler’s power. This time she is happy to be led away, leash and all.
As the pair are in the doorway about to leave, Shawna turns back and points at the man. A thin, strand of smoke leaves her index finger and gracefully weaves and swirls its way towards its intended target.
She doesn’t stand around to watch what will happen next. She’s seen it many times before, plus, she has gotten her revenge and has what she came for. She and her young catch have people to see and places to be. They exit without looking back.
As the strand of smoke slowly approaches the injured man like a laser-guided missile, it splits off into two strands that circle his neck from both sides and form a noose. As the noose cloud begins to slowly apply more and more pressure around his neck and throat, he stops screaming and begins to choke.
Ziva is temporarily mesmerized by the motion and action of the smoke.
While he gasps for air, there is a look of confusion in his eyes. He knows he is being choked, but how and from who? As he grasps at the cloud that is gradually restricting his breathing, he fails to free himself from its grip. He is grabbing the noose, but the cloudy substance that is choking him simply slips through his bloody fingers as it maintains its hold.
He continues to violently gasp for air and swing wildly as if reaching for something, anything to help. He stumbles and manages to stand with his back against a wall. As he finally breathes his last breath, the noose fades away into the air.
His lifeless body begins to slide gracefully down the wall and then, without support from a functioning brain that once told the body how to hold itself upright, flops clumsily to the floor with a thud as though it were a puppet who has suddenly had all of its strings cut.
A pool of fresh, warm, sticky blood that was flowing from his groin has formed between his legs...
Ziva is unmoved by his death, but at the same time, she is surprisingly able to have compassion for him instead of anger or disgust. What is it about men that make them feel the need to pay for sex and want to rape and physically dominate women?
Suddenly the wind blows the curtain open. As it does, a small pack of vampire bats fly into the room and begin to crawl all over the dead body and the floor between his legs and begin feasting on all the fresh blood.
She is startled by the gust of wind and jumps back as the bats take over the scene. The sound of their blood-slurping makes her nauseous.
The red eyes in the corner belong to a large rat who had kept himself hidden during all the commotion who now makes its presence known as it boldly heads towards the discarded, bloody pile of muscle and flesh.
Without hesitation or bothering to see if any of the bats were thinking about claiming it, he bites into a chunk of the bloody matter and drags it back to the dark corner. In three quick trips, he has all he wants and can now begin to enjoy his meal in private.
He has nothing against bats per se. It’s just he personally sees no reason to eat alongside his fellow diners in the room tonight. To him, these winged, spooky-looking creatures have no table manners or etiquette as they don’t even stop their feasting long enough to lick some of the excess blood that drips from their mouths, bodies and wings.
Ziva is glad to leave this scene and follows Shawna and the young girl back through the party to the host table…
From “Ziva and the Book of Job”. This is from the scene where I fantasize about what Job’s kids parties are like. The Bible mentions he prayed every weekend for his kids after they partied to cover anything bad they might have done
Thoughts???
Excerpt:
When she goes in for another kiss, the sister puts a finger on Shawna’s puckered lips, says “No” and then whispers something in her ear. The sister follows up her whispered request with a kiss on the surprised, and turned on, Shawna’s cheek. Shawna turns with a smile on her face and disappears towards the back of the house.
Ziva follows Shawna.
Shawna goes into a room where a young girl is refusing to have sex with a paying customer and he is pissed! He is the man from earlier with the multi-colored beard and the young girl is the jet-black beauty he was fixated on.
Shawna smiles an evil smile.
He is trying to force himself on her, only stopping when he feels someone tap him on his shoulder. He angrily turns to challenge whoever it is who has the audacity to interrupt him and as he turns, he lays his eyes upon the beautiful Shawna.
His anger is instantly pacified, but he’s not exactly sure what to do. Does he invite her to join? Does he have to pay her? Should he force her to join?
Unaware, and unconcerned, of the thoughts going on inside the young man’s head, Shawna simply looks him up and down and smiles a seductive smile.
He maintains his aggressive stance only to soften up as she slips a hand inside his open robe and slowly slides it down to the contents in his undergarments. He begins to smile in pleasure as they share a long, seductive glance into each other’s eyes while she is gently rubbing and massaging his privates. They continue to look passionately at each other until her face begins to change.
Her once beautiful, seductive, light-brown eyes are now are a light-grey color with thin, black, vertical pupils like some sort of venomous viper would have and they do not blink. The passion that was once in them has been replaced with a look of contempt, borderline hatred.
Her beautiful skin now has snake scales, her nose has flattened into two slits and her mouth is slightly open revealing fangs and a forked tongue that is flicking up and down, in and out. He is now neither aggressive, turned-on or smiling.
She holds out her unoccupied hand to the young girl to help her up to her feet and in one, violent motion with her other hand, she digs her sharp nails into the young man’s groin then with one, swift pull, she completely tears off the man’s private parts. He screams in pain as she pulls her bloody hand out from under his robe with his penis and both of his balls in her palm.
Ziva covers her mouth to prevent herself from vomiting.
Shawna looks at the bloody, useless trio in her hand with disgust and throws it to the ground, wiping the warm blood from her hand onto his expensive robe and takes a couple of extra seconds to clean the blood off her long, razor-sharp fingernails that are painted black.
A pair of small, red eyes observes the bloody morsels from the darkness of a corner in the room…
The injured man is now bent over grabbing what is still considered his crotch while he’s screaming and shouting obscenities to her. She does not look amused. She had a feeling their paths would cross again. She turns around, puts the leash back on the young girl and prepares to exit the room.
The young girl has seen her handler’s transformation from sexxxy female to some sort of snake-like being and back to looking like a human. She is perplexed and leery to go with her at first; however, she is grateful for her assistance and she has also seen the handler’s power. This time she is happy to be led away, leash and all.
As the pair are in the doorway about to leave, Shawna turns back and points at the man. A thin, strand of smoke leaves her index finger and gracefully weaves and swirls its way towards its intended target.
She doesn’t stand around to watch what will happen next. She’s seen it many times before, plus, she has gotten her revenge and has what she came for. She and her young catch have people to see and places to be. They exit without looking back.
As the strand of smoke slowly approaches the injured man like a laser-guided missile, it splits off into two strands that circle his neck from both sides and form a noose. As the noose cloud begins to slowly apply more and more pressure around his neck and throat, he stops screaming and begins to choke.
Ziva is temporarily mesmerized by the motion and action of the smoke.
While he gasps for air, there is a look of confusion in his eyes. He knows he is being choked, but how and from who? As he grasps at the cloud that is gradually restricting his breathing, he fails to free himself from its grip. He is grabbing the noose, but the cloudy substance that is choking him simply slips through his bloody fingers as it maintains its hold.
He continues to violently gasp for air and swing wildly as if reaching for something, anything to help. He stumbles and manages to stand with his back against a wall. As he finally breathes his last breath, the noose fades away into the air.
His lifeless body begins to slide gracefully down the wall and then, without support from a functioning brain that once told the body how to hold itself upright, flops clumsily to the floor with a thud as though it were a puppet who has suddenly had all of its strings cut.
A pool of fresh, warm, sticky blood that was flowing from his groin has formed between his legs...
Ziva is unmoved by his death, but at the same time, she is surprisingly able to have compassion for him instead of anger or disgust. What is it about men that make them feel the need to pay for sex and want to rape and physically dominate women?
Suddenly the wind blows the curtain open. As it does, a small pack of vampire bats fly into the room and begin to crawl all over the dead body and the floor between his legs and begin feasting on all the fresh blood.
She is startled by the gust of wind and jumps back as the bats take over the scene. The sound of their blood-slurping makes her nauseous.
The red eyes in the corner belong to a large rat who had kept himself hidden during all the commotion who now makes its presence known as it boldly heads towards the discarded, bloody pile of muscle and flesh.
Without hesitation or bothering to see if any of the bats were thinking about claiming it, he bites into a chunk of the bloody matter and drags it back to the dark corner. In three quick trips, he has all he wants and can now begin to enjoy his meal in private.
He has nothing against bats per se. It’s just he personally sees no reason to eat alongside his fellow diners in the room tonight. To him, these winged, spooky-looking creatures have no table manners or etiquette as they don’t even stop their feasting long enough to lick some of the excess blood that drips from their mouths, bodies and wings.
Ziva is glad to leave this scene and follows Shawna and the young girl back through the party to the host table…
From “Ziva and the Book of Job”. This is from the scene where I fantasize about what Job’s kids parties are like. The Bible mentions he prayed every weekend for his kids after they partied to cover anything bad they might have done
Thoughts???
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