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Tantawawa

Capítulo 7: The China Supay

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In spite of her previous resolution, she could not help but feel silly at how beautiful the day looked with all that gentle nature that surrounded her, the chirping of Tarija's little birds, seemed to mock at that moment Kristen for even having considered the idea of going to that place to stop a supposed satanic ritual. What a silly thing to do!

She squeezed her jaws until she felt pain, and that encouraged her to go on her way. She reached the former president's ranch and asked where Wayra Hope's ranch could be found.

Some employees of the farm gave her some directions and again she was on her way. Curious, even though it was hot as hell, she was shivering inside, not knowing if it was because of fear or the strange feeling of cold that ran down her back.

She arrived at the entrance to the property, there were no guards, except for a large fence and behind it some rottweilers that reminded her to her anguish, of those she had seen in that horror movie decades ago: The Omen.

She walked a long way and in the end, she could see a section of the seemingly infinite high wall where she could go inside.

An old dead and parched trunk was pushed by her with all her strength, until she gave in and could thus use this as an improvised embankment to access the interior.

Taking care not to be discovered either by watchmen or dogs, she approached where an old house was. Fortunately there was no one and luck smiled more when she saw that the front door was unlocked.

The interior was luxurious but not too much, it was obvious that the old house and the ranch were used by Wayra Hope only for the purpose of isolating herselvef from the rest of the world once a year and carrying out the ritual of the afterlife.

With each silent step that was only betrayed by the strong pulses of her heart, she arrived at a sort of basement, where nothing less and nothing more was found than her daughter.

"Renee! Renee! Can you hear me?!"

The mother's cries fell on deaf ears, as the teenager seemed to be in a trance and therefore did not even try to get near the thick bars of her cell.

"There has to be a key to this place," she thought anxiously, but knew that no matter how much she searched the house, she wouldn't find anything. She had to confront Wayra Hope.

She said goodbye to her daughter and promised her that she would come soon to rescue her.

Finding the place where the ritual would take place was not difficult, a path ripe with beige pebbles formed a path from the house to a kind of immense shed made of various calamines.

The heat was infernal inside, or was it that perhaps the doors to hell had already been opened? Kristen didn't know, and again she felt that unpleasant sensation of cold that ran down her spinal cord to her cerebellum, and that didn't refresh her at all, but rather anguished her more and more.

She took a couple of steps forward and saw her: beautiful as only a sorceress who resorted to hidden and forbidden powers to preserve youth and increase beauty could be. Her silky black hair formed elegant curls that fell on her cinnamon-colored shoulders. Attached to her waist was a large key, perhaps the one that could free her beloved daughter.

She took the cats one by one to the table with the enormous tantawawas. Saturnina was right, the sugar masks were oozing human blood.

She carefully approached the woman who was about to open the first cage in order to sacrifice the cat inside. She would have succeeded in her undertaking of approaching without being noticed and in this way trying to forcefully subdue the woman, but something betrayed her.

She jumped when she saw the figure of several women dressed in curious garments, one of them completely dressed in black. They were very beautiful and smiled at her with smiles that could only be considered beautiful in the dreadful labyrinths of hell itself.

"Who are you?!" Demanded Wayra and Kristen, who, when discovered, could do nothing but claim for her imprisoned daughter.

"Why are you doing this?" asked the mother after the iciest laugh she had ever heard in her life.

"You don't understand a thing. I just want my family back... I thought money would help me, but when I found out the whereabouts of my brothers, I found out that they were all dead. Being orphaned and at the mercy of drugs and gangs can only bring a tragic fate."

"I don't care what you say... Give me that key bitch."

Wayra pounced on Kristen, the adrenaline of the madwoman gave her strength but the maternal instinct to protect her family did the same. In the end, both women fought over the table, disrupting the whole arrangement for the day of the faithful deceased and in the process unwittingly releasing the felines. Twelve noon was announced on Wayra's clock.

"No! What have you done? They need something to eat! You will serve them!" Shouted Wayra and again the scuffle began.

The beautiful women, or rather their silhouettes, transformed themselves, they were cats of fire, while the one dressed in black transmuted into the figure of a black cat with two tails and a third eye in the middle of her forehead.

There was no ladder to heaven, but the very gates of hell were opened.

The cats ignored Kristen and focused their attention on Wayra. The Nekomata absorbed the soul of the billionaire through her third eye and after that, the kasha dragged her to hell itself.

The smell of sulfur was so strong that Kristen vomited the contents of her stomach right there. As she looked at the floor, she discovered the key to the cell that had fallen in the struggle, grabbed it, and was ready to release her daughter.

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She could not tell the press anything about the supernatural aspects that she had witnessed since if she did, she would surely accompany Saturnina Huanca in the madhouse, but without Wayra, the network of lawyers and extortionist judges was disintegrated and the politicians involved took a low profile to escape justice. It didn't matter, all she wanted was to get her family back.

Along with her husband and daughter, they returned to America, but Kristen knew that until the end of her days, her nightmares would always take her to the day of the dead, where the bloody tantawawas would reclaim her flesh and soul.

FIN

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