Sing Me a Song: Sacrificial Lambs, #1
By C.A. Rene
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Tempest Skeigh
It's addicting.
The pull of a melodic beat as it teases your body into moving,
The heat of your skin as it warms under the eyes filled with lustful intent,
And the rush of your blood as you bare your soul.
Dancing has always been my life,
No matter if it's on a pole or a stage.
It was supposed to change my life and take me to better places.
Instead, it threw me into his clutches and I can only hope to escape with minimal damage.
Raiden James
It's addicting.
The sounds vocal chords can make as they vibrate with song or scream,
The tip of a sharpened blade as it sinks into flesh,
And the gentle caress of blood as it coats your skin.
Singing on stage has been my life,
But the promises I made in exchange for fame are daunting.
Now my vengeance is close at hand and my foes are lined up in a row.
Then she drops in my lap and it takes everything in me not to slice her open,
Just to coat my skin in her blood.
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Sing Me a Song - C.A. Rene
Sing Me a Song
Sacrificial Lambs Book 1
C.A. Rene
Copyright Sing Me a Song© [2021] by [C.A. Rene]
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters and storylines are created by the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.
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eBook ISBN: 978-1-7780191-5-9
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1. Tempest
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Through music you hypnotize people and when you get them at their weakest point, you can preach into their subconscious what we want to say.
-Jimi Hendrix
Raiden
1983 – Loving Beginnings Orphanage
S ay your bedtime prayers, boys,
Sister Jane says from the doorway of our room. Father Robert will be here shortly to bless you.
No!
I hear my brother whisper and begin to cry.
Father Robert is not a nice man, and he’s been blessing us twice a week for three years now. His blessings don’t feel nice, and he likes to pick one of us to receive it while the others watch.
I wish my parents never left me or my brother because we went from a bad place to another way worse. This feels like the Hell the sisters are always teaching us about. It’s filled with demons and the devil who watches us, then wants us to burn forever with him.
Father Robert seems more like the Devil, and the sisters are demons. They all feel evil. What did I do wrong? Why was I sent to Hell before I died? Is it because my parents were bad people?
The light turns out, and I can hear a few of the boys start to cry, along with my baby brother. I want to help them, but I’m just as weak and afraid.
We hear the footsteps thudding in the hall, coming for our room, and I listen as the boys all hush up. He tends to pick the one most upset.
The door creaks open. I see his outline from the hallway light and bury my face under the covers.
Hello, children of God.
His deep voice circles around our heads. Who wants to be blessed?
We all remain silent, and I pray he changes his mind, or the Devil comes to take him away to burn forever.
Victor.
My heart stops, and I hear my brother’s wail. Come see your father, child.
I hear a struggle and then a loud slap as I imagine Father Robert’s hand connecting with my little brother’s face.
I throw back my covers and stand on my bed just in time to see Father Robert forcing Victor to slip under his robes.
No!
I shout, and Father Robert looks at me. I want to do it tonight.
His smile scares me, and his yellow teeth stand out against his thin pink lips.
Raiden.
He claps once. I’m happy to see you are becoming eager for your blessings.
He shoves Victor out, and he lands on his bum on the hard floor. He whimpers and crawls back to his bed. I am his big brother, and Mommy made me promise to always protect him. I can’t break my promise.
Come now.
I get off the bed and drag my feet forward. If I do it just how he likes, it’ll be over quickly. He lifts his robes when I’m standing in front of him, and I see his privates, hairy and strange. I shuffle forward, and his hand lands on top of my head.
Watch now, children.
His voice sounds weird. Watch how Raiden collects his blessing.
1993 – Enlightened Records
We’ve saved you from the clutches of evil,
Magistra Karen tells us from behind her large desk. Now we need a few things from you.
Don’t you want to be famous?
Magister Camden asks.
Yes,
the four of us answer in unison.
Don’t you want to be rich?
Magister Markus asks.
Yes,
we repeat.
The elders believe you are destined for greatness and want to help you with every one of your desires. All they require are sacrifices,
Magistra Karen smiles, her teeth much like Father Robert’s.
We want to bring you into the fold here in New York and especially into our parish. We are appointing you a manager. His name is Magus Kenny,
Magister Camden says.
A guy about our age steps out of the shadows of the room and nods in our direction.
What sacrifices?
Torrent asks. My little brother does not like the thought of serving others.
Souls,
Magistra Karen replies. Many souls.
Chapter 1
Tempest
My fingertips skim down between my breasts and slowly glide over my taut stomach. The heavy beat of The Take by Tory Lanez and Chris Brown washes over me as the heat from the fluorescents above heats my skin. I’m restless and craving the release only my body can provide. The beat quickens, so I reach for the pole above my head and pivot until I’m face to face with it. I wrap my legs around the steel as it warms against my palms.
The room sways, and the fog thickens. I release my hands, letting my legs hold me in place. I lean back until I am parallel with the pole, my back hitting the cool metal, my vision upside down, as I stare out into the blurry faces of hungry-looking men.
My heartbeat kicks up, I grab my tits in my hands, and give them a rough squeeze. That does it. The men stand in a frenzy and throw their wads of bills onto the stage.
Predictable assholes.
I rotate around the pole slowly until my hands touch the floor, then I hold myself in a handstand, letting my legs fall apart into a split. I let my body slowly fall over and land on the floor, stretching my arms over my head. I twerk my ass for good measure, then look over my shoulder at the crowd of men vying for my attention.
The lights go dark, and I pull myself back up to standing.
That was Tempest. Who wants to see more of her?
The crowd goes wild at the MC’s words, and I saunter backstage. She’s here every night, same time.
Every night. How fucking sad does that sound? It’s fucking pathetic, really. I come here because I have nothing at home. I snort at that thought. Home. I live in a one-room apartment, because living in New York is fucking expensive. It’s even more expensive when you have to pay off a mountain of debt your cancer-ridden father leaves with his death.
Aw fuck, I slap the wall as I walk toward the dressing room. I’m starting to feel shit again, and that can’t happen. I don’t have time to feel shit.
I round the corner into the room and see Sky sitting on her vanity, her feet on the edge, and her knees spread wide. Chanel has her head buried so deep between them; I almost worry she may be suffocating.
Good night?
Sky asks, her question ending in a moan. I hear Chanel slurping and roll my eyes.
Probably,
I shrug, and sit at my vanity. I pull out the vial in my top drawer and dump some of the white powder onto the glass top.
I cut out my lines with a credit card that’s completely maxed and lean over, snorting the first line deep into my left nostril. None of us have a stitch of clothing on because what’s the fucking point? It all comes off anyway, and besides, none of us is ashamed of what we have.
Fuck, yes,
Sky moans, and I look over my shoulder as she rides Chanel’s face. I’m coming.
Chanel’s hand goes between her own legs as she works her clit and gets Sky off at the same time. Sky’s head tips back with a moan, and Chanel trembles between her legs, both girls coming at the same time, and neither are lesbians. How fucking poetic.
Chanel stands up and brushes her bushy blonde hair off her shoulders. She’s tall, standing at six feet and rail thin. I can count every one of her ribs. Well, the ones not obstructed by the biggest pair of fake tits.
Tempest,
Chanel bends over me to fix her smudged mascara. Can I borrow your gold G-String?
You can have it if you’re borrowing it,
I snap and bend over to sniff the next line into my right nostril.
The burn is fast, but the tingles that spread over my head feel amazing, and the sudden feeling of weight lifting off my shoulders is more addicting than the shit itself.
Sounds like you need a good pussy eating, too,
Sky snorts behind me as she lights a joint.
Sky is the type of gorgeous that’s loud and in your face. Her features can take your breath away and her body can elicit immediate arousal. She used to do it to me constantly when I first started working here three months ago.
Sky’s tall with a pair of never-ending legs. She has long box braids that end at her tailbone, and her eyes pop out of her face like golden orbs. Her skin is like a rich smooth umber, and those lips are what I use as a reference when I get my own plumped. There’s no one else who walks that stage as beautiful as Sky.
Sky, Chanel, Diamond, Goldie, Queen, and I are just some of the regular girls who twerk our asses on the regular here at The Temple. They all use stage names to sensationalize their stage persona, and I say they because mine is not.
Tempest Skeigh Verona is my real name, and when Carl read that, I was hired on the spot. Didn’t matter I was once a dance prospect for Juilliard or that I had already worked as a burlesque dancer in Vegas. The name got me hired.
That’s what happens