The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother

... waiting, a dagger to his mom's throat. “Hello, Kyle,” he grinned, his brown eyes hard, narrowing. “Let my mom go and I won't kill you.” “Threats, Kyle? Do you even know who you are dealing with?” “Nope. And I don't give a shit. You let my mom go and this can end here.” “Did you kill the Vicar?” “The man with the staff? Yeah. I cut him almost in half.” Kyle grinned, the man's blood stained his blade. “And I won't hesitate to do the same to you.” The knife tightened at his mom's dusky throat, pressing in just enough for a bead of blood to run down to her blouse. His mom didn't react to the pain. Instead, she pleaded with him: “Kyle, you have to cooperate with him. He'll kill me.” “Then I'll kill him.” Kyle said, trying to sound as hard and cold as he could. “Now, now, Kyle,” Burke purred. “Why be so blase with your mother's life. I know how much you love her. I watched the two of you last night. I could see how much you loved her body when she was gasping beneath you.” Kyle's grip was sweaty. “Just give him what he wants, and I can be all yours,” she husked. “You are an amazing lover. The best. So much better than your dad. I can be all yours.” Burke grinned, almost friendly, almost the kind-hearted principal. “Just hand over the Djinn and your mother can walk away.” “I can't,” Kyle said. “I won't. I won't give you my wife.” “Then your mother dies.” “No!” His arms trembled, his stomach clenched. He needed to do something. He reached into the earth below their feet. He could ...

... cause a small earthquake, jostle Burke and free his mom. It was dangerous, but he couldn't just sit here and let the man kill her. He commanded the earth to shake. It resisted. Never before had the earth failed to obey him. He put all his will into the sword, channeling it down into the earth. Shake! Rumble! I command you! Obey me! Another will prevented him, ordering the earth to be still and calm. The will was far stronger than his own. He caught Burke's eyes, saw the smirk on his lips. “How? Your magic can't work in here.” “I have long studied shamanism. You may have cut me off from my witchcraft, but there are more...primal powers that can be used. Now, lay down your sword or I will kill your mom.” He looked his mom in the eyes. He couldn't just stand here and watch her die. What choice did he have? He wouldn't hand over Aaliyah, but he could hand over himself. He lowered his blade. “N-no!” his mom shouted, her face suddenly contorting in pain. She was fighting Burke's domination. “Y-you ca-an't. H-he'll kill...” Burke snarled as his mom's body shook, trying to move in his grip, like her limbs were bound by invisible chains. “Mom! Fight!” Kyle shouted, his spirits buoyed. He pulled his sword up. “Drop that sword or I'll cut her throat!” Burke hissed. “No!” his mom shouted! “I-I love...you!” He stared into his mom's eyes. She shoved her body forward. The knife cut into her throat. Her blood was a dark flood pumping out. A numb horror came over Kyle as she let out a gurgling ...