Post by xWolfAndRavenx on Oct 18, 2018 12:06:48 GMT -6
NOTE: THIS IS A W.I.P.
Please be patient... it shall be done once I know where it is going
and write it out. My writing is never planned out, just visualized in my head, so it takes
time to write it all out and get it down and I write as I go. Thats my process so Im sorry if
it takes a while to complete this but I hope you will like it. This is a rough draft as well and
should there be spelling, grammar, or first, second, third person mistakes they shall be
corrected once its all written out. Let me know what you think in the comments. And thank
you Dan and the people of Blairwitch.net for inspiring me to write this! Its not going to be
very long but it will be pretty neat so just stay tuned. :D
ALSO, ALSO, WARNING: Mild physical "child abuse" although I dont think so in this case.
Nothing graphic but it could set off triggers for those who have suffered through abuse in
the past, so if this is a tender subject for you, read with caution or not at all.
Nothing too graphic or extreme, I promise, but you never can tell how it might set
someone off so just a fair warning. Nothing crazy cruel just "butt whipping" as a punishment
for the wicked boys of Blair. ;)
xWolfAndRavenx
"THE DARK TREE OF THE BLACK HILLS FOREST"
THE FEAR OF GOD - PART 1
She never meant any harm. The boys were wild. Unruly. They needed to be taught a
lesson. The feel of the leather strap in her hand gave her power, she felt it coursing through
her as she used it on the children of Blair. It was a rightious holy power, ordained to her
by God to see to it the children would grow closer to Him and recant their wicked actions.
*smack!*
They needed the fear o' God put inta them! So she would be his willing servant to do this for Him.
*smack!*
She was doing the town of Blair a favor by making sure they would cease their wicked
behavior! They needed to be corrected and put in line.
*thud!*
The little demons had been tormenting her for well over a year since she had first arrived
here in the small sleepy town of Blair. Ever since she came and made her home among
them and welcomed, the little beasts had eyes for her due to her being different from the
other villagers.
Her clothes, tattered, long, and often times dark the black of mourning all
her losses in life. The color of her hair like sunset on fire and wildly tempest tossed.
Those wild blue/green eyes of hers she no doubt had been given from her birth mother she
never knew.
She was every inch a Gaelic Irish Catholic woman. Raised right, harshly, but right. Taught
to respect people, but never given respect. She still had her faith in the Lord, but it was
only He that she respected and came to. All others could piss off as far as she was
concerned, right with their rotten little offspring as well.
She liked to be left alone because of her past. A hermit. A recluse. So the villagers saw
her as odd, out of place, and over time they began to whisper and even fear her. She
would go to the market to get her supplies with which to work her farm and to sell the
fruits of her labor to make a living. But soon after the townsfolk stopped buying her
produce and passing by her looking the other way. It was her past come back to haunt her
again.
"Please... stop... we didn't do anything to you! Why are you doing this?" One of the boys cried turning his head to face her as she whipped him. She tightened her grip on the leather strap and did not cease at his request.
More trickery. More lies. The devils blood ran in their veins, so expert at deception even they believed their
innocence and falsities themselves.
"Keep your eyes on that wall, heathen! You will not leave here until you get what is due to
you from the Lord! I shall have you troubling me and my poor defenseless animals no longer!"
She yelled when a little boy began to cry and turn to face her from the wall begging her to
stop and let him and his wayward friends go. Interrupting her thoughts, she almost had
pity, but she did not cease and continued to hit them on their behinds with the strap one by
one until they were good and sore. She had made them face the wall in the corner one at a
time and take their lumps, a fitting punishment indeed for all the grief and torment they
had caused her as wayward boys do when not loving and serving God truly in their hearts.
"Know your place and that the Lord loves you and sees fit to correct you!" She had yelled as she
continued to whip them. Their bare behinds were reddened but she whipped them no harder than
she knew they could bare. It was more to scare them straight then to harm them.
There were slight welts but she never drew blood. Despite what they had said, those were the lies
from the Devils lips that he had whispered into their ears to repeat, she was sure of it!
For the Devil is fond of trickery, mischief, and the master of shifting and misplacing blame.
She was not insane, only strict. And the torture and the pranks they had pulled on her
would stop this day, she would see to that!
*thud! smack! whack!*
A good whipping was what these beasts needed. All humans who behaved as animals had
to be tamed and brought into line treated like animals in order to make them more human.
One of the many ironies of life, indeed. She would make wholesome mature men out of
these boys and would teach them respect through discipline. As she whipped them, she
recited verses from the Good Book they both knew well, whether Catholic or Protestant.
God was God and His word was ever the same and true! Never changing and eternal.
These boys knew of what she spoke. The commandments of...
*smack!*
Thou shalt not steal. The demons had often raided her home in the woods
taking whatever they saw fit to take, careless of the hard work that went into perfecting
and producing such things as grain, flower, vegetables, fruits, and even the milk and meat
from her animals.
*Thud!*
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors goods. The boys had often eyed her produce
and had even come into her house to partake of what wasnt rightfully theirs!
*whack!*
Thou shalt honor thy mother and father (parental by birth as well as honoring
ones elders and those who provide for them, in her view anyways. She may not be their
birth mother for she was unable to even have children through all the abuse she had taken
in the past, but she was their elder deserving of respect, providing the children and their
parents with crop and goods to sustain them, so to her it counted as such).
The villagers began to fear her but for not. The dark fearful rumors had flew and spread
like a black plague before she could speak her peace, defend herself, and set the record
right to innoculate the harsh accusations and prevent her from becoming a social pariah
and outcast, sent away from their midsts.
She had never harmed anyone and kept to herself as was right, considering her past.
Through trial and error, she had taught herself how to grow food and herbs, how to raise
and slaughter animals, and to do all of this in due season. A hard working Irish lass who
made her living off of her small farm to sell, barter, and trade in the market of the town
square.
She was eccentric but never dangerous. She only wanted to come to the Americas to
escape the horrors of her past and be free. This land promised that, and so she had come
by boat, secured her own little house and farm in the woods. To work the land with her
own bare hands and to be left alone, a Godly Catholic woman, living out her days in peace.
But with these boys, she have no peace. Full of the devils mischief they were! And their
own parents and townsmen too leniant and passive to do anything about it! Fools.
It has been said: spare the rod, and spoil the child, and these children were definitely
spoiled and out of hand.
*smack!*
Messing with her animals on her makeshift farmhouse in the woods. Making them sick.
Sometimes abusing them. Often times, loosing them into the woods to get lost and die.
*smack!*
HER woods... her sanctity, solace, and safety! These hills are hers and belong to only she!
She paid a terrible price to get this land and secure it. She knew these woods better than
any of the people of Blair who had lived here for YEARS before she arrived. She even
knew them better than the native tribes who had been here before the people of Blair. She
didnt listen to the warnings about the Black Hills and the Evil that was said to rest there.
And why should she? She had God and her faith and His protection on her side and no
demon whether mortal or immortal would cause harm to befall her! She had no fear of
Satan and his many guises. The Saints and her Lord would preserve her! She had trust in God as she
had for no one else because only God loved her and tested her since her birth and she would
not fail Him come hell or high water and the Devils tricks.
Their crimes?
*smack!*
Following her in the town and looking up me skirts ta see her womanhood, her private
parts, and to poke fun at her and what they saw. Perverted, the whole lot of them!
*smack! smack!*
The little devils. The godless heathens, children raised by the good folk of Blair, but given
their souls and minds to the Evil One without resistance nor hesitation nor crying out to
God to save their poor black souls!
The leather strap had aimed true and hit its mark once more. The boys cried out but they
had it coming. Just like the men in her nightmares and the men paying their way inta her
bed and using her for their foul delights and twisted pleasure! These disgusting boys, if
not corrected, would go down the same carnal path and would violate many a maiden true
in their own time as men later on if she didnt instill the Lord's justice and truth into them!
Or else they risked growing up as the bad seed, their souls ensnared to the Evil One!
*smack!*
After a few more minutes of using the strap on the wild boys, she huffed and nodded
feeling she had made her point. For no bad deed or wicked sin must go unpunished. The
Sisters had made sure to teach her that cold harsh lesson and instill it into her well all
those years ago while being raised by them in place of her deceased mum and da.
The boys were in tears now, sobbing and pleading and apologizing, pulling up their
britches to cover the small fine welts and marks where the leather had bitten them.
She grinned with a satisfied smile, matronly and rightious, and gave them parting words of
comfort and Godly wisdom then sent them on their way, wholly confidant that their lesson
had been learned.
Yes, she whipped them. That is the truth. But she never cut them. Nay. She never bled
them nor abused them. Those were the fabrications and tall tales they had spouted, no
doubt given to them by the Devil himself, to tell their parents and the townsfolk of Blair.
She was now imprisoned and awaiting her fate and judgement from the people of Blair and
their leaders. What they would do to her, she knew not, but she would face it with God on
her side, and He would surely see her through for she was rightious and moral in His eyes
and she was only doing His work and helping the boys by punishing them and fixing what was
crooked and twisted within them.
For now she nibbled what bread and cheese they gave her on a plate in her holding cell
and stayed warm with the blanket they gave her until her trial and hearing in the morning.
At least they were kind enough to do that for her. She had never known such kindness
from her captors in the past when put on trial for being poor, stricken, and very much alone.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Please be patient... it shall be done once I know where it is going
and write it out. My writing is never planned out, just visualized in my head, so it takes
time to write it all out and get it down and I write as I go. Thats my process so Im sorry if
it takes a while to complete this but I hope you will like it. This is a rough draft as well and
should there be spelling, grammar, or first, second, third person mistakes they shall be
corrected once its all written out. Let me know what you think in the comments. And thank
you Dan and the people of Blairwitch.net for inspiring me to write this! Its not going to be
very long but it will be pretty neat so just stay tuned. :D
ALSO, ALSO, WARNING: Mild physical "child abuse" although I dont think so in this case.
Nothing graphic but it could set off triggers for those who have suffered through abuse in
the past, so if this is a tender subject for you, read with caution or not at all.
Nothing too graphic or extreme, I promise, but you never can tell how it might set
someone off so just a fair warning. Nothing crazy cruel just "butt whipping" as a punishment
for the wicked boys of Blair. ;)
xWolfAndRavenx
"THE DARK TREE OF THE BLACK HILLS FOREST"
THE FEAR OF GOD - PART 1
She never meant any harm. The boys were wild. Unruly. They needed to be taught a
lesson. The feel of the leather strap in her hand gave her power, she felt it coursing through
her as she used it on the children of Blair. It was a rightious holy power, ordained to her
by God to see to it the children would grow closer to Him and recant their wicked actions.
*smack!*
They needed the fear o' God put inta them! So she would be his willing servant to do this for Him.
*smack!*
She was doing the town of Blair a favor by making sure they would cease their wicked
behavior! They needed to be corrected and put in line.
*thud!*
The little demons had been tormenting her for well over a year since she had first arrived
here in the small sleepy town of Blair. Ever since she came and made her home among
them and welcomed, the little beasts had eyes for her due to her being different from the
other villagers.
Her clothes, tattered, long, and often times dark the black of mourning all
her losses in life. The color of her hair like sunset on fire and wildly tempest tossed.
Those wild blue/green eyes of hers she no doubt had been given from her birth mother she
never knew.
She was every inch a Gaelic Irish Catholic woman. Raised right, harshly, but right. Taught
to respect people, but never given respect. She still had her faith in the Lord, but it was
only He that she respected and came to. All others could piss off as far as she was
concerned, right with their rotten little offspring as well.
She liked to be left alone because of her past. A hermit. A recluse. So the villagers saw
her as odd, out of place, and over time they began to whisper and even fear her. She
would go to the market to get her supplies with which to work her farm and to sell the
fruits of her labor to make a living. But soon after the townsfolk stopped buying her
produce and passing by her looking the other way. It was her past come back to haunt her
again.
"Please... stop... we didn't do anything to you! Why are you doing this?" One of the boys cried turning his head to face her as she whipped him. She tightened her grip on the leather strap and did not cease at his request.
More trickery. More lies. The devils blood ran in their veins, so expert at deception even they believed their
innocence and falsities themselves.
"Keep your eyes on that wall, heathen! You will not leave here until you get what is due to
you from the Lord! I shall have you troubling me and my poor defenseless animals no longer!"
She yelled when a little boy began to cry and turn to face her from the wall begging her to
stop and let him and his wayward friends go. Interrupting her thoughts, she almost had
pity, but she did not cease and continued to hit them on their behinds with the strap one by
one until they were good and sore. She had made them face the wall in the corner one at a
time and take their lumps, a fitting punishment indeed for all the grief and torment they
had caused her as wayward boys do when not loving and serving God truly in their hearts.
"Know your place and that the Lord loves you and sees fit to correct you!" She had yelled as she
continued to whip them. Their bare behinds were reddened but she whipped them no harder than
she knew they could bare. It was more to scare them straight then to harm them.
There were slight welts but she never drew blood. Despite what they had said, those were the lies
from the Devils lips that he had whispered into their ears to repeat, she was sure of it!
For the Devil is fond of trickery, mischief, and the master of shifting and misplacing blame.
She was not insane, only strict. And the torture and the pranks they had pulled on her
would stop this day, she would see to that!
*thud! smack! whack!*
A good whipping was what these beasts needed. All humans who behaved as animals had
to be tamed and brought into line treated like animals in order to make them more human.
One of the many ironies of life, indeed. She would make wholesome mature men out of
these boys and would teach them respect through discipline. As she whipped them, she
recited verses from the Good Book they both knew well, whether Catholic or Protestant.
God was God and His word was ever the same and true! Never changing and eternal.
These boys knew of what she spoke. The commandments of...
*smack!*
Thou shalt not steal. The demons had often raided her home in the woods
taking whatever they saw fit to take, careless of the hard work that went into perfecting
and producing such things as grain, flower, vegetables, fruits, and even the milk and meat
from her animals.
*Thud!*
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors goods. The boys had often eyed her produce
and had even come into her house to partake of what wasnt rightfully theirs!
*whack!*
Thou shalt honor thy mother and father (parental by birth as well as honoring
ones elders and those who provide for them, in her view anyways. She may not be their
birth mother for she was unable to even have children through all the abuse she had taken
in the past, but she was their elder deserving of respect, providing the children and their
parents with crop and goods to sustain them, so to her it counted as such).
The villagers began to fear her but for not. The dark fearful rumors had flew and spread
like a black plague before she could speak her peace, defend herself, and set the record
right to innoculate the harsh accusations and prevent her from becoming a social pariah
and outcast, sent away from their midsts.
She had never harmed anyone and kept to herself as was right, considering her past.
Through trial and error, she had taught herself how to grow food and herbs, how to raise
and slaughter animals, and to do all of this in due season. A hard working Irish lass who
made her living off of her small farm to sell, barter, and trade in the market of the town
square.
She was eccentric but never dangerous. She only wanted to come to the Americas to
escape the horrors of her past and be free. This land promised that, and so she had come
by boat, secured her own little house and farm in the woods. To work the land with her
own bare hands and to be left alone, a Godly Catholic woman, living out her days in peace.
But with these boys, she have no peace. Full of the devils mischief they were! And their
own parents and townsmen too leniant and passive to do anything about it! Fools.
It has been said: spare the rod, and spoil the child, and these children were definitely
spoiled and out of hand.
*smack!*
Messing with her animals on her makeshift farmhouse in the woods. Making them sick.
Sometimes abusing them. Often times, loosing them into the woods to get lost and die.
*smack!*
HER woods... her sanctity, solace, and safety! These hills are hers and belong to only she!
She paid a terrible price to get this land and secure it. She knew these woods better than
any of the people of Blair who had lived here for YEARS before she arrived. She even
knew them better than the native tribes who had been here before the people of Blair. She
didnt listen to the warnings about the Black Hills and the Evil that was said to rest there.
And why should she? She had God and her faith and His protection on her side and no
demon whether mortal or immortal would cause harm to befall her! She had no fear of
Satan and his many guises. The Saints and her Lord would preserve her! She had trust in God as she
had for no one else because only God loved her and tested her since her birth and she would
not fail Him come hell or high water and the Devils tricks.
Their crimes?
*smack!*
Following her in the town and looking up me skirts ta see her womanhood, her private
parts, and to poke fun at her and what they saw. Perverted, the whole lot of them!
*smack! smack!*
The little devils. The godless heathens, children raised by the good folk of Blair, but given
their souls and minds to the Evil One without resistance nor hesitation nor crying out to
God to save their poor black souls!
The leather strap had aimed true and hit its mark once more. The boys cried out but they
had it coming. Just like the men in her nightmares and the men paying their way inta her
bed and using her for their foul delights and twisted pleasure! These disgusting boys, if
not corrected, would go down the same carnal path and would violate many a maiden true
in their own time as men later on if she didnt instill the Lord's justice and truth into them!
Or else they risked growing up as the bad seed, their souls ensnared to the Evil One!
*smack!*
After a few more minutes of using the strap on the wild boys, she huffed and nodded
feeling she had made her point. For no bad deed or wicked sin must go unpunished. The
Sisters had made sure to teach her that cold harsh lesson and instill it into her well all
those years ago while being raised by them in place of her deceased mum and da.
The boys were in tears now, sobbing and pleading and apologizing, pulling up their
britches to cover the small fine welts and marks where the leather had bitten them.
She grinned with a satisfied smile, matronly and rightious, and gave them parting words of
comfort and Godly wisdom then sent them on their way, wholly confidant that their lesson
had been learned.
Yes, she whipped them. That is the truth. But she never cut them. Nay. She never bled
them nor abused them. Those were the fabrications and tall tales they had spouted, no
doubt given to them by the Devil himself, to tell their parents and the townsfolk of Blair.
She was now imprisoned and awaiting her fate and judgement from the people of Blair and
their leaders. What they would do to her, she knew not, but she would face it with God on
her side, and He would surely see her through for she was rightious and moral in His eyes
and she was only doing His work and helping the boys by punishing them and fixing what was
crooked and twisted within them.
For now she nibbled what bread and cheese they gave her on a plate in her holding cell
and stayed warm with the blanket they gave her until her trial and hearing in the morning.
At least they were kind enough to do that for her. She had never known such kindness
from her captors in the past when put on trial for being poor, stricken, and very much alone.
TO BE CONTINUED....
