A gathering

When Jeni returned to the hotel the next day, she was met in the lobby once again by her friends, together with a traditionally dressed asian man. Ria and Gwen ran to her.

"Jeni! Where have you been? We were so worried!" squealed Gwen.

"I thought I'd never see you again", said Ria and hugged her.

Jeni, almost on autopilot tried to push through in order to get to her room. "I'm ok", she mumbled. "I just need some sleep".

The two girls parted and walked side by side with Jeni, taking her by the arms as she appeared ready to stumble and fall at any moment. "This is Abdul", said Ria indicating the nervous looking bearded man following them in a long beige kameez tunic. "He's here to help. He's the Imam at the mosque over in Harlech", she explained.

Jeni said nothing, but stumbled on towards the stairs and on towards the welcoming darkness of her room.

As the girls sat Jeni on her freshly made bed, the Imam turned on the light, but hurriedly switched it off again as Jeni instinctively recoiled from it, throwing her hands up to protect herself from the brightness. He did however step towards her, and the two women moved out of his way. Close up, he could see the distress she was in. Her skin looked as if it had been cooked and dragged across a sheet of sandpaper. Her hair hung limply across her face. the Imam put a hand on her head and began to speak.

"What's he saying"? whispered Gwen to Ria.

"I don't know", replied Ria quietly, but a little annoyed, "we don't all speak arabic".

The Imam proceeded to chant an obviously well memorized verse, causing Jeni to appear to convulse. When he stopped she settled.

"Yes", said the Imam. She is posessed! "We must help her!"

Suddenly, Abdul looked like this was the moment he had waited his life for. He laid both of his hands on Jeni's head then with a certain amount of theatricality began chanting.

Ria and Gwen waited and waited. The chant went on for almost three hours, by which time Jeni's convulsions had subsided and eventually stopped. It was late in the afternoon and Ria wondered whether she ought to mention that they had missed lunch then decided against it.

"There. It is done!".

"What? Is she cured?" asked Gwen.

"I am not a Doctor miss, and she is not sick. She had a demon inside her, but I have exorcised it. she is free now".

Jeni sat up, looking healthier at last. "I'll never be free while that monster lives"! she cried and buried her face in her hands.

Gwen put her arm around her to comfort her. "She's still stone cold"!

"We must destroy the demon while there is still time", said the Imam. In his hands he clutched a large leather bound copy of the Quran, its cover inscribed in Arabic.

"Wh... what?" asked a shaken Gwen.

"You told me its lair is not far. We must get there while it is still daylight and", he thrust his book forward in zealous passion, "destroy it! We must prevent it corrupting any more poor souls like our sister Jeni here"!

"All right", said Ria, angrily remembering her humiliation at the hands of a posessed Jeni, and h ow she was almost suffocated by Jeni's vagina. "What do we do"?