The cries persisted, urgent and unsettling, urging Nicole forward despite her mounting fear.
Summoning her courage, she approached the red house and cautiously peered through the lone window, lifting her head slowly to catch a glimpse of the scene inside.
What met her eyes froze her in terror.
An elderly woman, her long white hair flowing, was greedily sucking blood from another person’s neck, a look of pure satisfaction etched across her face.
The eerie sobs emanated from the victim, the life force draining away with each gulp.
Nicole watched in horror as the elderly woman’s features seemed to undergo a grotesque transformation, her wrinkles smoothing out with each sip, leaving her looking slightly rejuvenated, yet still unnervingly aged.
The sight was beyondprehension, leaving Nicole speechless as she covered her mouth in disbelief.
As she witnessed the helpless victim inch closer to death’s embrace, Nicole’s heart pounded with desperation, but she knew any attempt to intervene would be futile.
Surrounding the elderly woman were countless crimson serpents, poised and vignt, as if protecting their mistress.
Nicole realized that any sudden movement would only invite their wrath, sealing her own fate in the process.
In the midst of her despair, a voice broke through the silence.
“Chief, please, you’ve had enough.
You mustn’t drink any further.
” It was the witch d in red, whom Nicole recognized as her captor.
Before Nicole’s eyes, the elderly woman, addressed as the chief, dismissed the witch d in red with a casual wave of her hand, sending thetter tumbling across the room with a sickening thud.
“Ugh!” The witch d in red expelled a mouthful of blood, only to have the eager serpents descend upon it hungrily,pping it up as if starved.
The repulsive sight of the writhing serpents feasting sent shivers down Nicole’s spine, her stomach churning in revulsion.
Clenching her chest in pain, the witch d in red knelt once more, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Please forgive me.
Chief, it has be increasingly difficult to procure suitable offeringstely.
We must be prudent to ensure a steady supply.
”
In response, the elderly w
man, known as the chief, callously discarded her current victim and snapped impatiently, “You’re worthless! Your ipetence has led to a shortage of suitable offerings.
They’re so fragile, requiring days to recover after a single feeding.
When will you be prepared for the ceremony?”
Nicole’s attention was instantly captured by the mention of the ceremony, realizing it must be the same event she had overheard earlier, undoubtedly rted to her fate.
With bated breath, she strained to catch every word, sensing that her destiny hung in the bnce.
The witch d in red responded confidently, “Chief, after administering another dose of the parasitic medicine tomorrow, that woman’s body will be fully restored.
We can proceed with the ceremony in three days at the earliest.
”
“Three days…” the elderly woman mused, considering the timeline.
“Very well, conserve these offerings.
Once I transfer bodies, I’ll require them to maintain my youthful appearance.
”
“Understood!” The witch d in red bowed her head dutifully.
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Now, escort this offering and administer the regr parasitic medicine to aid her recovery.
I need her to provide more blood,” the elderly womanmanded.
“Alright.
I’ll attend to it immediately,” the witch d in red replied, leading the weakened victim out of the room.
As the witch d in red neared the door, Nicole’s heart raced with fear, realizing she was on the brink of being exposed.
Hastily, she pressed herself against the wall, but her foot identally crunched on a pile of dry leaves, betraying her presence.
“Who’s there?”
The witch d in red stormed out of the room, heedlessly discarding the victim she carried, only to confront a man garbed in white, his countenance an enigma in the shadows.