THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

THE HOUSE THAT FEEDS ON SIN 2

The demonic voice faded, but its words continued to echo inside their heads like a curse that had already taken root.

For several long seconds the circular chamber remained deathly silent. Then the panic erupted like a dam breaking.

Tyler was the first to lose control. He lunged toward the sealed doors again, slamming his fists against the heavy oak. “Let us out, you sick f**k!” he roared, voice cracking with raw terror. “This isn’t real! This can’t be real!”

Khelani backed away from the glowing altar until her spine hit the cold stone wall. Her dark skin had gone ashen. “We have to get out of here,” she whispered, eyes wide with horror. “I don’t care what it says. We are not doing this.”

Chelsea’s hands shook as she clutched her phone, trying desperately to find a signal. “There’s no service. There’s nothing. We’re trapped.” Her usual bubbly confidence had shattered completely, leaving only fear in its place.

Miranda pressed both hands over her mouth, elegant features twisted in disgust and dread. “This is insane. We are college students, not… not sacrifices. I refuse to participate in whatever sick game this is.”

Stephanie had gone completely pale. She was trembling so violently that Riley had to wrap an arm around her to keep her upright. “I want my mom,” Stephanie whispered, tears already spilling down her cheeks. “I just want to go home.”

Damien tried to hold onto some semblance of leadership, but his voice betrayed him. “Everybody stay calm. There has to be another way out. We just need to search the room. We are not doing what that thing is asking.”

Lucas stood frozen, his quiet nature making the panic inside him even more intense. He kept glancing at Khelani, the girl he had wanted for months, now realizing the horror they might be forced to commit together.

Nathan pushed his glasses up his nose with a trembling hand. “This is some kind of elaborate prank, right? Hidden cameras? Actors? It has to be.”

Kai’s tattooed arms were crossed tightly over his chest, but his jaw was clenched so hard it looked painful. “If this is real,” he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.”

The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand:

“First Offering: The Altar of Seed.

Produce your lust upon the altar.

Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure.

Only then will the next door open.”

The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial.

“Refuse… and suffer the consequences.”

Tyler snapped again. “f**k you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

The consequence was swift and terrifying.

Tyler suddenly screamed, clutching his head. His eyes rolled back and turned milky white. He dropped to his knees, gasping and clawing at his face as complete blindness swallowed him.

“I can’t see! I can’t f*****g see anything!” he wailed, pure panic flooding his voice.

Five agonizing seconds passed before his vision returned. He collapsed onto the floor, breathing hard, tears streaming down his cheeks. The group stared at him in horror.

The voice spoke once more.

“The next refusal will last longer. The house is patient… but it is also hungry.”

The reality settled over them like a heavy shroud. This was not a game. This was not a prank. They were trapped inside something ancient and evil, and the only way out required them to surrender their bodies in the most intimate and degrading ways possible.

Khelani’s voice shook as she spoke. “We… we have to do it. Don’t we? If we don’t, it’s going to hurt us worse.”

Chelsea wiped tears from her eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re actually considering this.”

Miranda looked like she might vomit. “I have never felt so violated in my entire life. And we haven’t even started yet.”

Stephanie was crying quietly against Riley’s shoulder. Riley’s jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painful, her tomboy bravado cracking under the weight of what they faced.

Damien ran both hands through his hair, breathing hard. “Okay. We pair up. We do the minimum required. We get it over with and get the hell out of here. No one has to enjoy it. We just have to survive.”

The glowing circle around the altar pulsed expectantly.

The students looked at each other, shame and fear written across every face. No one wanted to be the first to move. No one wanted to be the one who suggested who would perform the offering.

But the house was waiting.

And it would not wait forever.

Slowly, reluctantly, the group began to accept the impossible truth.

They had to choose two people to begin.