Foley

Chapter XV - Offering

JEAN-THOBY’S ASYLUM

FOLEY

Foley is reminiscing and coming to terms with the thirty years of his life, the first 18 of them spent with his dysfunctional, cursed family and the remaining spent inside the walls of an institution. He read many books while in the asylum. But his mind was never fully developed for a 30-year-old man. Years of abuse can debilitate anyone with mild mental retardation.

Foley remembers the first time he laid eyes on his parents. He felt strangely familiar. As if he were being reborn. It was a weirdly eerie feeling, even weirder than so many years later, he could go back to that moment and feel that feeling again. Throughout his youth, he always felt whole, attuned to nature, with the universe. However, he was unable to use this strength to triumph over his family's deep-seated hatred for him. The hatred was laughable to him. He could not imagine that they wanted to harm him only because he was a third son.

After that thought, he wished he had superpowers. Superpowers that could have brought all of his family back. Superpowers that could subjugate his mother and render her docile, loving, and a good witch. Superpowers that could come in handy to put an end to his brothers' salacious torments.

"Why was she so bent on making my life hell?" he asked himself with rage.

It really all started with the deal, but to think of it, couldn't anyone else try to seek this Rockerfellow guy and reverse this curse?

Maybe it is up to me to seek him out. How can I do that in here?

He felt as if his whole life’s purpose was to end that curse.

His family grew to adjust their lives to accommodate this curse. Foley felt strongly that his very existence was to remedy that. Foley was thinking about the afterlife, before-life and present-life.

"What if there were no more Neptenus left?"

"The curse could end with me", he thought to himself aloud.

But he was also curious about what his thirty-first birthday would bring. If he stays alive, he is bound to have children with Eloise. These children will spring back to life, the Neptenu curse. I will not have my Eloise go through this hell of an existence.

He could not bring himself to stop thinking about Eloise. How many nights, he woke up so hot and bothered with a rock hard wood in the middle of his legs.

The best part of his nights at the asylum are when he goes to bed. His dreams were so vivid. It felt as if there was no line at all between dreams and reality.

Once he dreamt that he was making sweet love to Eloise, way sweeter than any s****l i*********e he had ever witnessed Doctor Jered and Lehcim performing under the stairs, in the dungeon, in the maze garden, in the study. He felt naughty at times for pleasuring himself with those memories, but he never regretted watching them in the act. They were hot, he groaned to himself.

He was on a mountain with Eloise, with animals of all breeds and species around them. Each animal also had a partner, and was going at it. Eloise kissed his forehead, and nibbled on his ear while whispering sweet nothings. He felt so hard already that he blushed. Eloise took his hands, placed them both on her breasts as she proceeded to play with his d**k by stroking it up and down. He started fondling her breasts like a pro. Intuitively, he felt what Eloise felt and knew exactly what she wanted, what she yearned as her eyes burned with desire. He kissed her hard on her lips after breaking eye contact. They were invading each other's mouths, exploring and sending tingly, orgasmic waves throughout their bodies. They instinctively undressed like wild animals, ripping each other's clothes off. Within seconds, they were buck naked.

She sat on his lap, aimed her p***y to swallow his shaft completely. She winces a bit, and starts to move up and down. She continues this for a while and gradually picks up the pace. His face is buried in her bosom. She took his hands that were holding her by her waist, to hold her butt's cheeks up and down. He smacks them. Their labored breathing went to a fast pitch and a scream. They came together. He turned her around on all fours, just like the animals around them, he went buck wild inside of her. He mounted her like a wild beast. He pounded her for what seemed like an hour, pulled her hair as she asked to go deeper and faster. Smacked her ass with every thrust as she tightened her grip on his d**k. They were not sated, even though they both came twice.

He could read her mind. Out of thin air, he grew two more d***s. Triple penetration felt like pure ecstasy for the pair.

He longed for this dream.

But he knew he did not want his children to go through this. What about a vasectomy? I could still have s*x with no children.

He remembered what his grand-ma told him. About Big Momo. Everything he tried to stop the curse, was to no avail. The pull out method. Abstinence but they end up sexing while still sound asleep. Cutting it in a fit of rage, and it grew back within seconds. A painful process. The couple even tried a vasectomy and birth control duo but still had three children afterwards, like nothing.

That curse needed to be stopped by any means possible. Even if that meant making a sacrifice. After all, he was a murderer. How could he have lived with himself knowing that he ended four lives in a matter of seconds?

"Life would never be the same, but life was never great, he thought to himself. Now with Eloise and grandma, it could be worth living again, but what about the curse?"

“That curse would never cease to prey on the Neptenus' bloodline if I choose to stay alive. I have to do it. The ultimate sacrifice. After all, we all have a curse. It is up to you, the individual, to liberate yourself from it. All it takes sometimes is a sacrifice, an offering."

Foley thought of his lovely grand-mother and Eloise, the love of his life. How they both accepted him for who he was and loved him unconditionally. He owed it to them to end the foulness of this curse. "Now they can finally be free.”

JEAN-THOBY’S ASYLUM - FOLEY’S ROOM - NIGHT - APRIL 1, 2004

Foley’s lifeless body is laid on the bed. There is blood gushing from the stabbing site where he stuck himself multiple times with the same pen he was using only seconds before, to write his life story.

His right hand is a bloody mess with the suicide weapon still being held firm and his left hand is holding the notebook.

The flashlight was still lit but fell on the floor as the clock in the room marked thirteen seconds after the twelfth hour into the next day. Foley’s day, Foley’s thirty-first birthday, and death-day.

Through the window, into the darkness, a dark specter only inches away was secretly spying on Foley. It seemed upset about the denouement. It was expecting far more from Foley. Definitely not a selfless offering. Inch by inch, the light pierces through, not looking back. The trees are rustling with the wind blowing savagely.

Animals were running aimlessly.

Snow and hail covered the ground.

A storm is upon us!