“All so Contemptuous”
Whether the food received held an Olive branch to regaining a few moments of rational sanity in an insane place, or if by taking a bath and cleansing his body, he had time to stop, look back over his shoulder at the host of past to present sins.
Evil passions abounded there by those women changed, Satyress’ so dark they beget themselves into a living spirit to beguile. They would doom all who come close, be they of want and lust for what these creatures would offer, or be they who see them as they are find it alluring and come close if only to peer at something of obscurity. Either or all, if they come into the sphere of influence of such as is a Satyress, their minds become polluted by want to sin.
Sin, why there is not such thing in this modern world, but only the free choice of which path to walk is of fault not the person. Yet, it be the person who finds ill winds blowing their direction. Wind with force behind it, having direction of its own bearing, driving, pushing, unrelenting, it would find delight in the ruin of all whom it should touch.
Ruination so true, like a trip to where one can gamble, odds of 17 million to one against and they who begin will soon lose everything they own or cherish. Such is the sudden gain of understanding to the mind in Adobe. He feels anguish for those trapped by the Satyress satiric lust and passions, not discounting his part in what they did and of how or to whom.
“Stop,” Adobe yells as he struggles to stand up on his unsteady legs and those cloven hooves.
“Stop I say,” He yells again, but Melissa , Clarissa, and Joeina ignore his cries, they are busy!
Contempt builds in his chest as he is witness to the demise of more people to the woeful ways of becoming a slave to a Satyress. Spitting, Adobe would if possible remove that scent, the flavor he had come to feel delighting, wishing to clean his mouth of the vile he once enjoyed.
“No this is so wrong,” Adobe said, he would plead with the remaining essence of what the Satyress women were once, to stop as did he, and take but a moment and think.
A glinting eye of Melissa catches the tearful eye of Adobe, she smiles toward him, although busy with who she is helping, she takes a moment to consider what her slave would wish she should do. “Adobe,” Melissa says in her once calming manner the same way she spoke when but a young woman in search for that mister right.
He comes, Adobe responding to her beckoning, he has hope she will see what he had and do what he would wish. Eyes meet, as what they were of body meant nothing. The contempt felt by Adobe fades, he holds hope for Melissa. Had he realized her preferred personal delight was of being so vile, he might rather have run from her, dooming him further, ultimately becoming as like Sammy, a wandering buck. Instead he strode closer to where she held the young and foolish fellow busily wallowing away his mental health, and as he smiled at Melissa, she swung her furry arm.
Whamming force of dire disgust, Melissa swung around, using the force and her arm, fist, and knuckles to hit, knock Adobe of his stance, he falling to the floor, as she laughed. Melissa laughed, as did Clarissa, and Joeina began to chuckle, those there in various levels as the poisoning of them grew stronger, they took a sad moment to all smile.
“Too, too late there Adobe, the infection is real, it is spreading to consume all who come near to us, we were the beginning to an end, you are as much a part of it as are we. Run away and hide if that is your wish, leave us and the infection in you will take away every bit of your weak humanity. We Satyress rule, we are what they all want and none can have, none but they who would dream away their life as had you!” Melissa said, she holding as much contempt for herself as she held for Adobe and all those she had poisoned their mind, body, and or souls.
Saddened by all what was said, Adobe did the right thing for once, he walked past the three unstoppable Satyress’ and stepping out the door to the outside air he decided it was time to be free again. Once outside, the air held not the rank scents of sweat and bodily fluids. A deep inhaled breath was but the first step in a long road, the path to his future was broad, the living a goat life was easy. He knew his time ahead was less than his past, and with that in mind he thought it time to do something to better his part of the wide world.