Page 192 of The Sins of Noelle

But Sergio wasn’t done. Grabbing the head of the dead girl, he brought his blade down on her neck, hitting incessantly until he decapitated. Only the head remained in his grasp, and holding it by the hair, he raised it in the air for everyone to see.

The men cheered him on, and one of the unmasked attendants brought over a pike for Sergio to impale the head on before placing it like a trophy in front of his throne.

“The girls can’t have been more than fifteen,” she finally whispered. “Why…What…”

Noelle reached out and squeezed her hand.

“There isn’t an explanation for evil,” she said. “And that’s exactly what we’re witnessing. Evil.”

Noelle’s statement was further reinforced when the men lined up in front of the dead girl, pulling their cloaks off and remaining fully naked.

“What…” Noelle muttered in disbelief as she noted what the first man in line was doing.

He was already sporting an erection and grabbing the headless body by the legs, he lined his penis to her sex, pushing inside. His groans permeated the air as he started thrusting into her.

It wasn’t long before he was done, and withdrawing from her, he took a blade and cut his hand.

Blood slowly trickled to the ground and once the entire surface of his palm was covered in red, he gripped his still hard penis and took a step to the right, stroking himself to completion and shooting his seed into the combination of blood and mercury from the viaducts.

The same action was repeated by the subsequent man. He fucked the corpse before cutting himself and spilling his semen into the viaduct.

Every single man did it. All but Sergio, and Noelle could guess why he wasn’t participating.

When they were done with it, they resumed their positions alongside the center of the room while Sergio sat down on his throne.

Loud chants erupted in the air as the men raised their arms in the air.

“We need to go,” Lucero whispered. “We can’t get caught or we’ll end up like that…”

Noelle nodded, though her gaze was still drawn towards the main room. Slowly, she managed to get herself to step back, following Lucero back through the tunnel and back to the exit at the base of the pyramid.

“Those men,” Noelle’s lips flattened into a thin line as she regarded Lucero once they were both safely ensconced into her room. “They are the barons, aren’t they?”

Lucero nodded.

“I can’t think of anyone else and the numbers match. Here,” she beckoned as she removed a piece of paper and a pen. “This is the hacienda and these are the temples,” she said as she drew some figures. “Then here are the villages and the main prominent areas in the region. They are all led by El Señor.”

“Eight. Just like the eight men.”

“Yes,” Lucero grimaced.

“Then what the hell was that ritual? I can understand dedicating a cult to an ancient divinity, but that is too extreme,” Noelle shook her head. “I’ve read about the old beliefs, and nowhere did I see anything about fucking corpses. Sacrifices, yes. But that… Good God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more fucked up.”

“What if it’s not part of the old beliefs. What if it’s just El Señor’s way to doing things?”

“What do you mean?” Noelle frowned.

“What if….” Lucero bit her lip. “I know you saw it too. Those men… They enjoyed fucking the headless body. It wasn’t a hardship for them.”

“Are you saying he’s doing this to fulfill some sick fantasies for those men?”

Lucero slowly nodded.

“You might be right,” Noelle frowned. “Didn’t we wonder before why these people agree to worship Sergio? It might bebecausehe fulfills those fucked up desires. Maybe there’s more. We need to go back there.”

“What? Of course not. It’s too dangerous,” Lucero protested.

“You don’t have to come, Lucero. But I’m going. I need as much information I can get if I’m to beat him at his own game,” Noelle added in a determined voice.

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