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grunted and visibly paled. The pull of the superstitious mountains was still strong within him, not fading with the passage of time.
    "I was not aware you could read minds, Mrs. Balon," Monty said, with a touch of irritation.
    "It's something I picked up from my mother's side of the family," she told him.
    "Your mother must have been a very interesting woman," Monty spoke dryly.
    Nydia smiled. "She was a witch. She was the daughter of Satan."
    "Bitch,'itch" Little Sam said.
    Father Le Moyne crossed himself. Joe muttered a softly spoken prayer. Monty experienced a giddy feeling sweep over him, muddling his thoughts.
    "It's all true," Father Le Moyne said. "Chief, Joe, there are many of them in this community, and very few of us. I suggest we go to the house and talk."
    "Them?" Monty questioned.
    "Satan worshippers," Le Moyne told him.
    "I told my daddy we ought not to leave Kentucky," Joe said, a mournful expression on his face.
    Monty experienced cold fear as Sam suddenly jerked the .41 from leather, pointed the muzzle in Monty's direction, and jacked back the hammer.
    "No!" Monty screamed.
SIX
    Jon did not remember loosening the belt from Patsy's wrists, but the leather was gone, tossed to one side. She sat with her jacket around her bare shoulders. The young man seemed impervious to the cool late fall air. He sat naked on his jeans.
    Patsy had become somewhat lucid, and could not believe the things she had done and had allowed to be done to her. "When are you going to let me go home?" she asked.
    "As soon as we fuck again."
    "I'm sore. You hurt me." She was careful not to mention anything about going to the police, but she was thinking it.
    "You'll enjoy it more the second time. And put all thoughts of the police out of your mind."
    "How did you know I was thinking of the police?"
    His grin was pure black evil. "I know many things I didn't used to know. I'll teach them to you. For I know you want to learn."
    "How do you know that?" A faint odor came to her, a rather pleasant odor. She inhaled it and it seemed to calm her mind.
    "You cummed when I ate you."
    Her blush covered her from nose to toes. But she laughed, that odor affecting her perspective. "I guess you're right. But what makes you think I won't go to the police?"
    "Because it's too late for that. I just know. It's all been arranged by forces much more powerful than mere mortals." He did not know how he knew that; he just did. "I have accepted another—plan," he struggled for the word. "And so will you. I think the police are on our side."
    "Our side?"
    "Yours and mine. Yes. It's so easy and simple once you relax your guard." He stretched out beside her. His flaccid penis large even in softness. "And why not?" he questioned her. "There is nothing wrong in feeling good."
    "The Bible says what we—you did—is wrong."
    The mist once more drifted over the couple.
    "Oh, shit, Patsy! Don't be so stupid. Have you ever in your life experienced anything like when you cummed today?"
    The mist touched her. "No," she said.
    Jon continued speaking. As he talked, a strange feeling began sweeping over the girl; an alien sensation never before experienced. It was as if she was being transformed from one person to another; her old self being stripped from her just as a snake sheds its skin. All her teachings, all those things once so good and dear to her were being tossed aside.
    Patsy was unaware that dark forces were hovering nearby, working their ageless magic on her. And somewhere, squatting near black-tinted flames, the Master of all that is evil howled in triumph, pointing his face Heavenward, screaming oaths toward his enemy.
    Patsy's eyes changed as she lost both faith and innocence. Clouds of darkness swept over the sixteen-year-old. She reached out and laid her hand on Jon's penis, her fingers gently caressing the softness. She felt him stir at her touch, the blood coursing through him, thickening him, lengthening him. She felt power beneath her fingertips. She stroked