Emi Goes Back to the Apartment

The drive felt unusually short for Emi and her family.

Their father remained behind, a loyal protector as always unaware of the truth of his daughter's and wife's religious retreat. His Roman Catholic faith unable to accept or allow the religious conversion his family were on a quest to fulfill.

The family's minivans seat were folded away into the floor, 6 of the seven vehicle occupants entwined in assorted sexual acts in the back, Kathy settling for just a hand between her legs on and off as she completed the long drive back to the source of their corruption.

A couple times Kathy debated speeding recklessly, eager to see the highway patrol's response to the incestuous lesbian acts cloaked in darkness on the floor of her vehicle. Thoughts only resisted by the exciting promise of their destination.

Emi didn't recognize the building as they pulled up to it. Its flat brick veneer a foggy memory to any who walked by and remembered it. Gothic carved stone now clad the building, cheap steel paneled balcony railing now replaced with ornate metal work. Square windows now reached forward from the building, their formerly perpendicular tops replaced by cathedral like window points or arches.

The standard aluminum frame and glass vestibule had been replaced with a ornate ebony wood trimmed windows and doors.

Entering the building it was soon obvious that the cosmetic changes to the exterior weren't the least of the changes. The lobby now boasted a high ceiling, floored with a pink marble, the ceiling held up with white marble walls and columns trimmed with black granite.

The corrupted women could see beyond the veiny stoned surface, each vein a channel that pulsed with the demonic heart of Dion, his being fully intertwined with the structure.

The now present concierge knowingly tipped his hat to the women as they funneled through the ground floor halls to one of the now ornate winding stairs up, eager to explore the building over simply riding the elevator.

They could sense the units laying vacant on the ground floor, even the second floor felt empty. The true denizens having all moved into the middle floors, realtors and rental agents actively encouraging new potential tenants to at least views the corrupted units. Several leases had been signed in the four days since Emi left, many of the buildings occupants eager for the fresh souls those house warming parties might being.

Skipping across the third floor hall Emi and her sisters trailed their hands along the walls eagerly, seeming to dance along euphorically kissing and touching each other as they absorbed the corrupt energies they felt through out.

Emi spun and danced discarding garments enthusiastically leading her sister's and mother as they followed suit to all stop at the now dark oak rail and stile door of unit 306.

As Emi breathed deeply in anticipation of what awaited her beyond the door her relations pressed themselves against the walls, eagerly feeling the pleasure and excitement of Dion's corrupt energies channeling into them.

Reaching out for the lever set Emi knew she didn't need to reach for a key first. The door swinging open smoothly to welcome her.

Home.

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