The Sacrifice of a Virgin

Prologue

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Carminia loved all her children, but the one most dear to her heart was her son Damon. He had aspired to be a doctor since he was a child. She and her husband had been saving for his college tuition, but when he was killed, it fell on her. Although she had been saving for his college tuition, when it came time for him to go off to school, she found it was much more than she had saved. It was not nearly enough for what she had saved for him.

Before her husband, Michael, had been killed, all had been well in her family life with him. Their son Damon and their two daughters, Natasha, who was the good girl of the house, and Alisha, who took the wrong turn in life and fell in with the wrong crowd, and got into using drugs and drinking. One night, two policemen came knocking at their door late at night to say that she had been involved in an accident and had instantly died.

Not long after, Michael was robbed near his workplace and shot. He was in a coma for about four days, and finally, the hospital said there was nothing they could do. After saying their goodbyes, Carminia signed the papers to have him taken off life support. It hurt her heart to have lost the man who was the love of her life in this way. She was left with her precious son, Damon, and her daughter, Natasha. That's when things became hard on her.

Natasha had grown into a beautiful woman. She was tall with hazel eyes, long wavy hair, a very shapely body, and olive-toned skin. She was pure of heart as well as body since the hands of any man had never touched her. Carminia knew she would get much for her on the underground virgin sex slave platforms, enough for Damon's first semester. Later, she would think of what to do for the next semester.

Carminia thought she could also offer Natasha to her bosses, the single, always-sought-after models of the castle, but she wasn't sure if she would go that far because she'd seen what went on in the mansion on some nights, and even she didn't like it.

She saw how many women came to the mansion at night as she left for home. Women who thought they were coming for a party. They were all dressed up and looking like fucking whores, and when Carminia came in the morning, she saw Lawrence, the mansion caretaker, pulling out the carriage with the same bodies. This time, the bodies were white as ghosts with no life in them.

Lawrence would say good morning to Carminia and continue his way. Both knew that the Delacroix brothers kept them around because they minded their own business and didn't ask questions. And because they knew not to say anything since they knew what could happen to them.

On other nights, Carminia would see young women chained and dressed in different leather straps or leather clothes being taken downstairs to the dungeon by Mr. Dario and Mr. Cirino. She learned to look the other way.

She remembered when she began working there; they had told her she could clean the bottom rooms only when a green placard was up. One day, she forgot to see if the placard was up, and it wasn't; it was red, and Mr. Edmondo, the youngest of the brothers, caught her in the room.

He told his brothers, Dario and Cirino, and they told her that, because of her negligence, she would suffer. They took what she saw to be a rattan cane from the wall, bent her over, and spanked her 6 times with it. She learned her lesson; she never went in there again without first looking at the placard.