Saturday Story 2024 – Week 15 (Granny’s Curse)
Today’s story is a sequel to a past writing of mine. You can find it on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Deborah has been given an ancient gemstone of immense power known as a Whisperer but the more she uses it the more she realizes she’s being used as well.
This is a sequel to Granny’s Gift, a Bonus Story from July 2023. It follows the same main character a few months after the events of the original piece.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/102293088
Deborah Wilcox entered her mansion and looked down at the group of servants kneeling on the marble floor. They were ecstatic to see her again and the wonderful gemstone that had taken hold of their minds. Every day without exception, they worked hard to tend to her every need while hoping to get a glimpse of the Whisperer around her neck. When it wasn’t visible, the hours dragged on and their bodies ached. They were like junkies looking for their fix but the drug they craved was of supernatural origin.
Nine months had gone by since the day her grandmother Greta had given her the mystical relic and, during that time, a lot had changed. Deborah had become a powerful and confident woman who didn’t take no for an answer and enjoyed seeing everyone around her bend over to keep her pleased. The Whisperer had given her more power than she thought possible and all it asked for in return was that that she continued using it, Much like the thralls who had become dependent on the stone’s power, she too felt the effects of withdrawal when she wasn’t channeling the energies within. Sometimes, it was nothing more than a migraine hammering the back of her head, annoying yes, but manageable, but there were days when her brain was hounded by guttural voices demanding yet another sacrifice in their honor. When they reverberated in her mind, Deborah had no choice but to comply. The longer she waited the weaker she became as if the octagonal sapphire was devouring her thoughts from within.
Having grown accustomed to power, Deborah hated when the source of her fantasies turned against her. The thing she feared the most was to be consumed by the Whisperer but there was no denying that using it had been the best thing that ever happened to her. By being able to influence other people’s thoughts, she had grown rich overnight and could no longer envision a future that wasn’t made of luxury and daily pampering. Her new way of life was precious, everything she dreamed of and more. There had to be a way to keep it without losing her soul.
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