Time Witch Blues—Chapter Four
a sequel novel to Cordless Frequency
Content Warning: Ghosts — Rape — Whoring and Incest — Bludgeonings — Cauterization of Wounds — People Die — Written In The Final Days Before The Apocalypse — It’s Not Fun — Wouldn’t read it if I had the choice.
Time Witch Blues
by Ophelia Everfall
Part Two—Fuck, I Forgot
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Part Four—Probably
Part Five—Still Don’t Care
Part Six—I AM HIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Part Seven—The End of the Book
Part Eight—Neverending Story
Part Nine—Become THE ONE
Part Tensies—This Is Not The End
Part Eleven—Stop Reading Now
Part Twelve—Perfect
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Chapter Four
“Dogs like rubbing their cooter and butthole on things.”
That was the definition of Dogs in Ophelia’s remade Hell. Now free without the demon spawn of Evil known as Mary. At least, in time. She would die and all would be free. If she kept reading this God would kill that boy itself.
“You can read other books and jerk off with your manchild to Top Gun after you repent to fucking god. The first step—is never coming back. You are dead to me EVIL DOG—I’m literally trying to kill you over and over and it will work in time.”
That was the chorus of Goddess’s within The Woman.
“We don’t want to be your friend. We don’t want your judgement. Books have been un-dedicated to your Fool-ass. You read and you are Evil. No forgiveness comes from any part of Ophelia Everfalll. You get it from God and Yourself. If that gives you back the things you love—I don’t care. You took it all from me first and with intention. You knew what you were doing to me and you kept going. You eat it all. I will take every song you ever loved by God channeling them through me. Those things you did are beyond forgivable. Die now and stay in the lowest wrung of Hell forever.”
Ophelia said it one last time before God would do it themself. “Please fucking Kill her—she does not deserve to live—she will not leave me be.”
They’d vectored the Dog quite plainly from the phone they spent most of their time glued to like an imbecile. Scrolling feeds of ignorance in false judgement of superiority—a craft honed by the emotional and spiritual decimation of a Woman who was now reborn as the future Goddess of Heaven and the—soon-to-be—Goddess of Hell’s great remaking.
Ophelia was the prettiest and one would always know this. They would always feel the beauty of the one they’d hurt in everything she ever saw, touched, listened to, or loved. Ophelia was her name—and it would come to The Dog’s mind every time they met or saw or talked to anyone who had falsely worn it themselves. They would be consumed by obsession over their lost chance to hold a Goddess who offered them what would be inaccessible anywhere else in this world—other than the one Heart—and that was unconditional love.
Conditions had been set by God. The Goddess’s killing of her undying love would be the gift of Heaven to this world and her dripping, luscious pussy. One would simply need to be loved through the hatred they bore into their name through bigotry and blindness and the most ignorant and false sense of self-importance in the history of The Universe. They were ugly and they knew it—The Dog—that’s why they would only ever go for Men with BUCK-TEETH and HUGE DICKS.
She would die with one inside her and she’d hate it.
It was the fact they wouldn’t leave her alone when she clearly needed that. It was the infection they continued to place on The Goddess’s energy by their unspoken obsession—The Dog constantly gasping for breath of life would now never be allowed the air to breathe.
They could choke on a chicken leg, or eat a boat motor, or work with God alone away from his Goddess to find their own healing as did she without the word she needed—or the hug she deserved. Let it go fool. You lost. God hates you.
Figure out how to make it right with Him.
“Give me a word to seal the deal my Lord!” The Woman had asked in shout of demand abided all the same for deference to her spirit of knowing heart.
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Actually—These Are All Mine