"Up to the altar and be done with it wench;" ordered a fidgeting shaman as he gave the female a grim stare accompanied by the wrinkling of his lips to a mirthful grin of delight.
The girl burst
into a slow steady whimper, stooping shakily to her knees and cringing woefully from the priest with both arms wound snake-like around the bulging jade jade shin
rising before her scantily attired
How come you never find a damsel in distress wearing a parka?
figure. Her face was redly inflamed
It looked just like a big emerald.
from the salty flow of tears spouting from her glassy dilated eyeballs.
"Hmmm. Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car."
With short, heavy footfals the priest approached the female, his piercing stare never wavering from her quivering young countenance. Halting before the terrified girl he projected his arm outward and motioned her to arise with an upward movement of his hand. the girl's whimpering increased slightly and she sunk closer to the floor rather than arising.
Aww, couldn't she do both?
The flickering torches outlined her trim build with a weird ornate glow as it cast a ghostly shadow dancing in horrid waves of splendor over smoothly worn whiteness of the marble hewn altar.
The shaman's lips curled back farther, exposing
... his lower jaw and most of his sinuses.
a set of blackened, decaying molars which transformed his slovenly grin into a wide greasy arc of sadistic mirth and alternately interposed into the female a strong sensation of stomach curdling nausea.
Alternately interposed into the female? Kinky.
"Have it as you will female;" gloated the enhanced priest as he bent over at the waist,
He considered bending halfway up his torso, but thought better of it.
projecting his ape-like arms forward, and clasped the female's slender arms with his hairy round fists. With an inward surge of of his biceps he harshly jerked the trembling girl to her feet and smothered her salty wet cheeks with the moldy touch of his decrepid, dull red lips.
They were like a pair of emeralds.
The vile stench of the Shaman's hot fetid breath over came the nauseated female with a deep soul searing sickness, causing her to wrench her head backwards and regurgitate a slimy, orange- white stream of swelling gore
Al's cousin from Wyoming.
over the richly woven purple robe of the enthused acolyte.
The priest's lips trembled with a malicious rage as he removed his callous paws from the girl's arms and replaced them with
... brand-new top-of-the-line callous paws with a graphite core for extra power and stability!
tightly around her undulating neck, shaking her violently to and fro.
The girl gasped a tortured groan from her clamped lungs, her sea blue eyes bulging forth from damp sockets. Cocking her right foot backwards, she leashed it desperately outwards with the strength of a demon possessed,
A demon possessed by... another demon, I guess.
lodging her sandled foot squarely between the shaman's testicles.
Too bad she didn't hit either of them, he might've let go.
The startled priest released his crushing grip, crimping his
body over at the waist overlooking his recessed belly;
"Overlooking the scenic recessed belly, Priest's Waist Time-Share is an unbeatable investment opportunity!"
wide open in a deep chasim.
His face flushed to a rose red shade of crimson,
As always, we must delineate the various shades of crimson, vital to the plot as they are.
eyelids fluttering wide with eyeballs protruding blindly outwards from their sockets to their outmost perimeters, while his lips quivered wildly about allowing an agonized wallow to gust forth as his breath billowed from burning lungs.
We are now on his fourth paragraph of description of the shaman's reaction to being kicked in the crotch.
His hands reached out clutching his urinary gland
I'm no anatomy expert, but isn't that up near his kidneys?
as his knees wobbled rapidly about for a few seconds then buckled, causing the ruptured shaman to collapse in an egg huddled mass
"You want your eggs scrambled, poached, over easy or sunny-side
"Oh, I'll just take 'em in a huddled mass."
to the granite pavement, rolling helplessly about in his agony.
The pathetic screeches of the shaman groveling in dejected misery upon the hand hewn granite laid pavement, worn smooth by countless hours of arduous sweat and toil, a welter of ichor oozing through his clenched hands,
This is now officially the longest kicked-in-the-crotch scene ever written.
attracted the purturbed attention of his comrades from their foetid
Now I get it! All the vowels from the characters' names are hiding in the adjectives!
ulations. The actions of this this rebellious wench bespoke the creedence of an unheard of sacrilige. Never before in a lost maze of untold eons had a chosen one dared to demonstrate such blasphemy in the face of the cult's idolic diety.
The girl cowered in unreasoning terror, helpless in the face of the emblazoned acolytes' rage; her orchid tusseled face
smothered betwixt her bulging bosom
I hate to bring this up again, but I'm confused. First he says she's 'slender' with a 'trim build', then she's got outcropping, bulging breasts. Which is it? Should we just picture a baseball bat with two canteloupes taped to it?
as she shut her curled lashed tightly hoping to open them and find herself awakening from a morbid nightmare. yet the hand of destiny decreed her no such mercy, the antagonized pack of leering shaman converging tensely upon her prostrate form were entangled all too lividly in the grim web of reality.
Shuddering from the clamy touch of the shaman as they grappled with her supple form, hands wrenching at her slender arms and legs in all directions,
See the accompanying vector diagram.
her bare body being molested in the midst of a labyrnth of orange smudges, purpled satin, and mangled skulls, shadowed in an eerie crimson glow; her confused head reeled then clouded in a mist of enshrouding ebony as she lapsed beneath the protective sheet of unconsiousness to a land peach and resign.