The Empty Mirror
Chapter 44: Hilda
"It's futile for you to continue with your foolishness, girl" - Hilda retorted, with a gesture of disdain etched on her countenance.
"Do you not bear the indignity of being a victim, forced to submit carnally to your own son-in-law? Does he not subject you mercilessly? Allow me to ease your anguish, and together let us free your daughter from the oppressive yoke" - I exclaimed fervently in the depths of the forest.
"Silence your ignorant tongue. Yes, initially I was compelled, but if you so eagerly desire to know the truth, it is that after that episode, I submitted willingly, like an addicted bitch, because I adore being dominated, I am fascinated by it. It excites me and delights me to be whipped, mistreated. You are unaware of the pleasure, the thrill that overwhelms me. I love to lick, to kiss, that's why I turned to prostitution. You start out of necessity and end up enamoured of the members and of submission. With priests, I loved the whip of their long cassocks. A woman deprived of her pleasure becomes a crazed thirst for lechery and lust. Now I do it because it excites me, and I will continue until I am sated” - proclaimed Hilda as she licked her lips lasciviously.
"No, no! What blasphemies are these? You're delirious, you're not in your right mind. How much I wish I had escaped, how much sacrifice I made to flee! You're the victim here, I cannot comprehend it!" - I exclaimed with a look of horror and bewilderment, overwhelmed by the absurd words that echoed senselessly, an incomprehensible madness, a stupidity impossible to assimilate.
"It's the plain truth. I delight in being a submissive and obedient little slut, if that's what you so eagerly want to know, insolent meddler" - continued Hilda, as I plunged into a frenzy of confusion and panic.
Blaming the victim of rape is an outrage to the minds, an error rooted in the darkest depths of human ignorance. The guilt of any vile act of rape lies solely on the execrable perpetrator, never on the violated soul. Condemning the victim perpetuates a perverse cycle of victimization, sowing the seeds of eternal trauma. It is imperative to exorcise such a mentality from our civilization and instead foster understanding, support, and empathy towards those who have endured these abominations. True justice lies in solidarity with the victims and in the eradication of the culture of rape, that grim manifestation of disdain for human dignity.
If a victim chooses not to punish their aggressor, whether out of fear, shame, or other reasons, it by no means signifies that they are granting license or justification to the perpetrated villainy. However, if society fails to take adequate measures to hold perpetrators accountable and prevent future outrages, then it would indeed be granting and perpetuating a conducive habitat for the proliferation of sexual violence.
In this scenario, the victim surrenders to an ineffable delight, succumbing to guilty pleasure, injury, and sin in an execrable audacity of depravity and torment. Here, both the victim and the perpetrator revel in the carnal pleasures to which they indulge without remorse, as they have been led astray and corrupted, thus turning the victim into their own executioner.
Human desires and tastes are like torrents flowing without us being able to direct their course. They escape our manipulation, guiding us along unpredictable and capricious paths. They do not follow a predefined logic or adhere to norms or coherence. We are mere puppets of our passions, unable to foresee where or when they will lead us. In this chaotic piece, we are mere spectators of our weaknesses, trapped in a spiral of vices that relentlessly devour us.
Such musings would prove futile for the virtuous, as it is fruitless to try to understand the purposes, motivations, and mysteries of depravity, for sins are directed and governed by the chaos and murky flow of the human mind.
"You, do not deserve the title of mother. You proclaim yourself as such, but you are a poor example. Esme is as she is because of you, a degenerate just like her mother. I pity you, I am tired of you, cursed ones. Repent and leave me immersed in the eccentricity of the forest, fugitives, intruders!" - I roared with anger, my eyes dripping with fury, before spitting at Hilda's face with contempt.
I was on the verge of receiving my deserved punishment, a slap, when Esme, the descendant of her lineage, burst in and halted the movement of her mother. "No, stop. Do not harm her. Only I desire to flog that delicate visage of the outsider” - Esme proclaimed insolently, revealing her presence alongside Dougal, emerging from the dark corners of the forest, rising from among the dense tangle of trees.
"Don't you think it's the right time to carry out our desires? We've already tried to persuade her without success, but nothing has worked. It's time to compel her to fulfill her womanly destiny” - Dougal said to Esme, with wickedness and desire reflected in his face.
"Yes, let's take her to the cabin immediately” - Esme responded, looking at him complicitly. Without fully realizing, Dougal grabbed me by the waist and then dragged me across the floor to the cabin.
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"Let go of me, daughter! Don't touch me! What are you doing? What are they talking about?" - Hilda asked her daughter, while Dougal dragged me across the floor, violently tearing my dress.
"Refrain, mother, from intervening in this task. We will give ourselves to the delight of whipping and corrupting this little girl, a pleasure we will both share, Dougal and I, we will be the architects of exacerbating the passions, if you like, stand aside or contemplate. Isn't that so, mother? You instructed me in this path, or have you forgotten when you forced me to watch you indulge in carnal delights with the representative of the church, you found exaltation in the act of being watched; for I too delight in being the object of lustful gazes. You and Dougal will be witnesses, mere spectators of my desire, as I defile my beloved wench with my lasciviousness" - Esme proclaimed with a wanton smile on her lips, her cheeks aflame and burning with unbridled passion.
"I shall watch with glee as you treat that foolish woman accordingly, to gauge how much you have assimilated of your progenitor's legacy. Demonstrate to me your skills in the art of subduing a woman, instruct me in the depravity of our young virgin” - pronounced Hilda as they both strode purposefully towards the rustic abode.
The way parents communicate and transmit knowledge about carnal education to their offspring is intimately linked to paternal modes and influence. This connection takes on an exacerbated preeminence in urban cores where exposure to vicious behaviors is commonplace, gestating a magma conducive to what could be labelled as a human catastrophe. The responsibility of parents in this context becomes paramount to counteract this drift, providing guidance, principles, and appropriate carnal instruction to empower their offspring and safeguard them from the dangers that may lurk in their environment, yet here lies an embodiment of the deepest perversion.
At that moment, a revelation seized me with the force of an unleashed hurricane. The first truth that emerged was the complicity between Esme and Hilda, weaving my submission and capture in the bonds of their feminine lust.
The crutches I used to walk with my broken ankle were now abandoned outside the cabin entrance.
Esme and I, offered in holocaust to the most intimate delights, while Dougal gloated from the periphery, content with mere caresses, here was the contrivance hatched. They had forged this sinister pact during a conversation, where they discussed the perverse taste of those whose wives were unfaithful, a disgusting practice where the male, whether pleased or not, rejoices in the contemplation of his partner indulging in carnal pleasures with another.
In the vast expanse of the human condition, the lesbian inclinations of one woman towards another should not be subject to the scrutiny of the law or the judgement of ecclesiastical institutions. Even if society's puritanical gaze brands them as vile and the church enshrines them as sinful, it is imperative that we witness the depth of human diversity, where sexual orientation and gender identity are intertwined as essential strands of our existence. Understanding and respect for these expressions of love are cornerstones in the building of a society that aspires to inclusivity and tolerance. While I personally may not share these inclinations, I advocate open-mindedness and compassion towards all forms of love and individual authenticity.
In the dark corner of Esme's mind, there rested not a mere inclination towards females, but an unfathomable lasciviousness, a twisted delight that defied the conventions of desire. Her appetite knew no gender boundaries, for she gave herself with equal fervour to the whims of men. What shocked me was not her preference, but the unhealthy deviation that drove her into the abyss of vice.
It was as if a sinister magnetism was drawing her into the abyss of depravity, where submission and domination were intertwined in a dance of perdition. In that bleak moment, I perceived clearly that corruption had woven its invisible web over their hearts, and that Hilda, the last bastion of sanity, was vanishing in the maelstrom of shared depravity.
The abused was now allied with the abuser, and I, the victim, was destined to be an accomplice in my own outrage. These criminals knew no limits, and what I had not yet realised was that their depravity lacked motive, logic, coherence. The perverse disintegrate and prostitute themselves to the passions of an unscrupulous pimp.
Dougal pinned me hand and foot with deft knots, while my arms were forced back, imprisoning my body in a position of vulnerability. With the curtain of night unfurling across the sky, memories of my arrival in that dreary cabin invaded my mind, as stark reality collided with my eccentricity. The world I was so eager to forget infiltrated my chivalric fantasy, enveloping me in its web of perversion.
From the dark threshold Esme emerged, her ominous presence amplified by the figure of Hilda at her back, who closed the door with an ominous clang. Though a prisoner of these depraved men, she considered them mere morbid mortals, mere mediocre impostors compared to the sickly individual with the blonde wig and masculine countenance. His devotion to the darkest god of the pantheon eclipsed all other evil desires.
Though my heart beat with unusual intensity, a strange calm came over me, as if I knew that this forest was now my domain and that, when his mother cried out for help, she would be my salvation. Aware that the end was near, I prepared to play my last trump card in this macabre barbarism.
After an interval of machinations between the three of them, focused on me and the ruses they were plotting to seduce and bend Hilda, they finally got Hilda's assent. Though Dougal tried to silence me with a gag, and though Hilda agreed, Esme strenuously objected to depriving me of speech, them fearful that I would reveal to Esme the shady arrangements they had already concocted between the two of them.
Then I uttered disdainfully, "Why don't you confess to Esme that you have been indulging in the baser passions, withholding relations between you?" - Instantly, Dougal rose from his seat and gave me a violent kick in the face, rendering me almost unconscious. The words that escaped my lips, however, stunned Esme, torn by the revelation.
A tumult of anger and strife broke out, as Esme, angered by the treachery brewing behind her back between her lover and her mother, screamed and reproached, while they tried in vain to justify the unjustifiable. Esme slapped her mother, accusing her of being a whore, but Dougal roughly pushed her away, causing her to collapse to the floor.
Hilda, seized by an untamed frenzy, threw herself at Dougal after hitting her daughter, triggering a series of unfortunate events. However, to everyone's astonishment, the situation gradually began to calm down. Dougal extracted a bottle of liquor from his luggage, offering the ethyl elixir to appease tempers and reach an understanding. Eventually, the trio agreed to indulge in unbridled delights and fetishes, something that did not surprise me in the least, for at the time it did not seem implausible that these miscreants, in their exalted state, would indulge in a threesome or orgy in the same place.
As I watched, I prepared for my next remark; the first was only a prelude to what I was about to utter with my sharp tongue.
Farewell, Hilda, I part from your presence, from the wooded spectres that haunt, from the fighters for virtue, those whom I could not rescue from their own sinful abyss. I mourn, my former companions in disgrace, who succumbed to the deepest abyss of carnal depravity.