The next three weeks Laila spent in paradise.

Atibor assigned her a spacious apartment, which was located in a remote wing of the farm building. Except for Laila only Atibor used these rooms.

He read her every wish from her eyes.

Atibor spent most of the day preparing Laila for her role as Mother of the Redeemer.

These conversations annoyed Laila extremely.

She could not hear that Satan's nonsense anymore.

After overcoming the first shock of the diagnosed pregnancy, she realised that her new position of power would be very useful.

Tamara had not discovered her yet.

Laila barely managed to look alone at the huge farm.

Within a short time she was surrounded by Symbolia devotees who were eager to fulfil her every wish.

Atibor.

Atibor was the key to Tamara.

Unfortunately, he staunchly refused to sleep with Laila.

After all, she is the mother of the Redeemer.

Since he could hardly put his unworthy cock in her and say hello to his unborn master.

So Laila forced him to satisfy her with whatever else was available to him.

Maliciously she denied him his own sexual satisfaction.

As a result, Atibor became more and more nervous but also more talkative in her presence.

As he gently massaged her back, he whispered to her. "Do you know what event awaits us this night?"

Laila lolled lazily. "Event? Do you prophesy me a fall birth in the first month?"

"But tomorrow, besides your impending birth, is the most sacred festival of Symbolia."

Laila became curious.

"And that would be?"

"Do you know what date we have on Tuesday?"

Laila considered.

"June 6th."

He turned Laila gently to the side on the hip and laid his hand on her brand.

She felt his breath on her ear.

"06.06.06 - our sign."

Laila turned around and pushed his hand lower.

She grabbed him in the crotch and felt his excitement.

"Tell me about it."

Atibor pressed against her kneading fingers.

Laila sat up quickly and opened his pants.

She closed her hand around him.

Atibor moaned, he was in agony.

"Tell me or I'll put your thing in my mouth."

Atibor hurried with the answer.

"Tonight, the high priestess will dedicate a human sacrifice to him."

Laila released him.

"Who is the High Priestess?"

Breathing heavily, Atibor looked at her.

"Lola"

Laila dropped to his knees before him.

"Make me High Priestess."

Atibor looked down.

"Impossible, Lola is prepared, her whole life has been dedicated to her this night."

Laila kissed him with wet lips.

Atibor backed away from her.

Laila got up.

"I do not ask you, I demand it."

Atibor closed his pants.

"See, Lola will not let that happen, that's her night."

He almost begged.

Laila yelled at him.

"I am the Mother of the Redeemer, you will obey."

Atibor lowered his head humbly. "I'll obey, Lola will brief you, be in the chapel at 10:00 pm"

He bowed low to her.

"This is the most important night of our community, do not disappoint us."

Laila am slapped his face with the palm of his hand.

"For your doubts."

Atibor closed the door softly behind him.

Laila took a deep breath.

It was so far.

Naked, she stepped into the corridor and made her way to Lola's room.

At 22:00, Laila opened the door to the chapel.

Everywhere burned candles.

In the middle of the pentagram-shaped room stood a huge altar of black granite.

Lola stood wrapped in her black leather coat behind it and looked at Laila.

"Did you meditate as I taught you?" Laila waved her hand impatiently.

"Yes, tell me how this works."

Lola could barely suppress her anger.

Only the fact that Laila was pregnant and, in Lola's view, bore the brood of the One saved Laila from a deadly attack.

Laila secretly grinned.

If it was up to her, she would send Lola to hell that night.

Lola would hardly welcome finally being so close to her Savior.

"Next door, you will be prepared, and when you enter this room again, the sacrifice will rest on the altar, and you will become her with these knives ..."

She produced two sickle-shaped blades under the altar.

"Then he will take her and while he takes her, you will slit her throat, he will drink her blood, normally he would then on the corpse of the Since you're already carrying his brood, I can not say what he's going to do, wait a minute. "

Laila looked calmly at Lola.

Inwardly she was tense.

The one.

She thought of the muscular figure of the ram man.

A serious opponent.

But with the sharp knives, she would also have a chance against him.

She had to be fast.

Laila followed Lola through a low door into a small room next to the chapel.

Three Symbolia devotees waited naked in the light of numerous candles.

A huge mirror leaned against a wall.

Lola took her black leather coat off.

The women began to soak Laila's blond hair in blood.

Stinking animal blood, probably from a ram, was poured on her hairline and spread through her hair. They tied it back tight.

Lola began to paint louder with blood or red paint on her body.

She painted Laila's arms, legs, breasts and back.

Laila's belly was anointed with oil in reverence.

Lola gestured to the three helpers to leave the room.

When they were alone, she pulled out two items from a drawer.

She held out Laila's black metal hoop with two short horns.

Laila put it on.

The next item was a night-blue velvet cushion on which two yellow contact lenses rested.

Predator eyes.

Laila put it on with some difficulty and looked at himself in the mirror.

She looked scary.

"Ready?" Wanted to know Lola.

"Ready." Laila replied.

"Follow me when the gong sounds." Lola left the room.

Laila stared grimly at the closed door, took the crescent-shaped daggers and whispered

"Showtime".

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Laila concealed the black folder as well as possible with her own body and the fabric of Danielle's blouse, and with the edge of her hand she carried it over the edge of the tub into the gap behind the tub.

Summersby sprinted.

He only had eyes for the sinking Danielle.

With a tormented cry, he propped himself against the edge of the tub and peered into the broth.

Laila was with him with a quick step.

His head spun around.

Laila's fist hit him hard on the temple.

She reached for his waistband with both hands and balanced it over the edge of the tub.

Her back muscles protested.

Chuckling, the cloudy liquid ran down the outside of the tub.

Summersby's round back protruded from the fluid.

Laila jumped up and dropped her elbow on his spine.

Regardless, Summersby lay face down.

"Closed because of overcrowding."

Laila reached behind the tub and pulled out the leather folder.

She started running.

Should the stuff do its job.

Later, she would come back and shoot some photos of Summersby's body for her clients.

But first, she had to check if Summersby had told the truth about the imprisoned girl.

Sam stepped behind the curtain and studied the wooden staircase that led steeply up behind the door.

Slowly she climbed the stairs.

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