After three long hours, we finally arrived. It was already evening—around five p.m.—when Uncle Alaric drove us into a massive mansion that made my heart pound in a way I couldn't quite understand. He parked, we all got out, and were greeted by heavily built guards and maidens.
As I stared around the house, I couldn't believe how dark and creepy it was. The color scheme was black and red, and there was a disturbing symbol of a naked woman with her legs apart and a crown on her head. Beneath the image were the words "Home of F," while two men knelt between her parted legs, their tongues touching her in a grotesque display of submission.
"Come on, sweet Adeline, let's go inside," Benjamin said, giving me a gentle push. I forced a smile that I didn't really feel and followed him inside.
"Take her to the room," my uncle commanded, and one of the maidens in a short black dress nodded.
I was led to a room marked with the number and label "13: Captive." I didn't understand the significance at that moment, but as the door opened, I was met by the maiden's pitying gaze. "Is there a problem?" I asked her, feeling uneasy.
"No, my lady, none," she replied softly. I nodded and stepped inside as the others helped me arrange my things. After thanking them, I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and fell into a fitful nap.
Fast forward to eight p.m.: I woke up and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water. Almost to the bottom of the steps, I heard strange sounds coming from behind the walls and froze. Turning to my left, I was shocked to find a door that hadn't been there three hours ago. The sounds grew louder, pulling me closer, and I felt an inexplicable urge to see what lay beyond it. I had no idea that this decision would change my life forever.
I tiptoed to the door and touched the knob—surprisingly, it wasn't locked. With a quiet determination, I pushed it open, and what I saw left me frozen with horror.
There lay Aunt Morgana on an altar, naked with her legs apart, while Benjamin, also naked, thrust himself in and out of her as they moaned with lust. On the other side of the altar, Uncle Alaric was engaged in a similar act with the maiden who had escorted me to my room. The walls were adorned with grotesque statues of men and women in various sexual positions, and inscribed on the edge of a throne were the words, "We Belong to Lilith. Lilith rules forever. Lust, Filth, and Fornication are our ultimate goals in life." Atop the throne sat a woman with horns and black eyes, smiling with a satisfaction that chilled me to the bone.
When she turned to look at me, I screamed—an instinctual reaction I immediately regretted. It caught their attention, and I bolted back upstairs into my room, locking the door behind me, desperately believing it would offer me some protection.
But within seconds, the door creaked open on its own, and Uncle Alaric walked in, his manhood obscenely prominent. Panic surged through me, and I stood up, ready to flee, but he grabbed me suddenly and threw me onto the bed. He jumped on top of me, tearing my clothes apart.
"You are a captive and must follow the ways of this family, the ways of Lilith," he growled. "That's why you're in 'Room 13: Captive.'"
"Please stop! My father was just buried today! You promised him on his deathbed that you would care for me as your own daughter since you have no daughters of your own. Now you are here, forcing yourself on me! I don't want this; please stop! I am your niece!" I cried, desperation lacing my voice.
But despite my pleas, he brutally attacked me, showing no concern for my cries as blood streamed from my lips and nose. Just before I lost consciousness, I caught a glimpse of my aunt in the mirror, watching the horrific scene with indifference, chewing gum as she leaned casually against the doorframe—arms crossed, a spectator to my nightmare.