Village Suka

I am Deivis Suka. They say I am an abusive kid who is a psychological strangler. The black magic voodoo notes writer from TV shows notes hidden under the table to cast psychological spells.

The spoiled kid from a rich family empire built on the blood of others. I agree with that truth; many are willing vengeance from the grave.

The kid a spawn of evil from hell of sexually father of his business relationship with his mother sexually well known a sweet tooth for younger men. I am not sure about it.

I have a sister. Her ways taught black magic, her gazing eyes casting death spells. It was an intense moment. Her name is Georgia Suka.

My mother sexual Cougar educated us to enchant digital demonic devices cast and spy our possible victims of our dark possession in our prominent family.

Our father is a self centered fool purely in focus of his financial ambitions.

Mr Mess Suka and Mrs Cougar Suka are formally sworn satanic evil followers. They are my family. We hold millions.

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"Mess Suka. I would like to follow and stalk to kill this poor family victim."

"Yes, Suka youngster. I know you are fully capable of murder."

"I would like to thank you and teach our young Georgia, letting me teach her how to perform dark rituals. "

"I will one day become a princess and a great teacher in Thailand!"

"Yes young Suka but not right now. You are now in Lithuania and when you grow up well under the dark magic influence."

"Thank you. She finally walked away."

"We are resistant to the purge of evil."

"I am sure no one likes to know what we hold in cards. Our hangman." Our mother Suka folded her cards up and picked one in crimson blood. Her card held a skeleton in black cloak hung on a steel chain.

She let the candle cup the lights out. "I am happy I bought you a dead man's sports car in white."

"Why?"

"He left you a heritage of grievance; his soul has not left the world and is pouring hopes in you."

"Will I be able to communicate with a dead pensioner?"

"You will be able to crash the gates of hell communicating when you capture his soul in the card I am holding. "

"Thank you mom."

"You do not welcome me. It is our heritage."

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David Yard and Boris Goliath, their Satanic Club secretaries in relation with politics and police. Their new understanding in our family business of spreading evil. I love my family.

It was our family's dark night's wishes to hold political animals on their balls displaying clearly to police consciousness awareness.

We obtained sponsorship throughout our business for their political success.

But the night there was evil. We cannot die at night. It is too young to die. The night is young. Not scared in the night but our powers can send the messages.

"The house of our evil lords has spoken." I did speak to begin a satanic ritual in our family business. It was an unprecedented power. I wrote to our Satanic followers. We built an evil corporation.

"We are designed and rape to worship Prosecution Office. They are insane but they corrupt our cases. We can build our empires." The two former politicians, prosecutors David Yard and Boris Goliath words were spoken to Davis Suka ear ritual must begin. I knew my father spoke of me.

"Aha." I replied to their call foe for merciless blood spill. The telepathic connection televised my vision of blood and fear.

The poor victim's name was M.K.R. Martinkus, a poor labour worker, fell victim to the evil labor market.

I knew they would pray to my satanic evil to be done.

I had in mind their family who are to suffer in my pocket of evil. His wife was Ursula Martinkus a German loser who we would later sexually exploit to see her husband fallen in a wheelchair.

We utilize her sexual organs like toilet to their children to complete our sexual ritual make our business growth.

"Welcome Mr Martinkus to our family, it is my pleasure to have you here."

"Thank you."

"We love your bleach blond hair. I am very happy about your family."

"It will be great work. I will do all the work you give me."

"Welcome to our family M.K.R. Martinkus. We treat you like our family in our family business."

He never knew the ritual had begun once he wrote his family name in our contract signature. We are happy none of our office politics allowed us to know our satanic club is in Goliath and Sons lawyers surveillance.

The lawyers did their job concealing us.

The politicians and prosecutors traded their names for fortunes and names in the good life of lawyers. They were our policy aces.

Martinkus left our office.

"They trade-off their asses for a worthless life and those worker's come as drugs come cheap." I sold my news when one victim left our contract office. I just signed a new victim under my name. It came cheap.

I cannot wait to have sex with his wife Ursula and kick out his wife like an empty bottle of whiskey out of my bed before I wake up for another business deal.

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I had him where I want in my latest fashion for fortunes he never is to see. I drove him to work in my white car. The dead granddad's spirit would feel his kindness and observe him in his soul. I would slip him my Jack Flash ace card my mother gave me.

My family could see him with an evil smile. It is the Suka family. Our business is to be soul thieves from crypt we trade-off for fortunes and fame.

"Here is your new workplace our new agency set you up."

"Thank you Mr Suka."

"No problems M.K.R. Martinkus. You keep on walking straight in life. I am sure your family is proud of you." I blinked. He even shook my hand. "Thank you!"

"You keep on going rock star." I sent him to death trap our Suka family profits.

I looked at a card illuminated with the blood of tomorrow being a full blood moon.

That is the business case of our Suka family.

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"I might be blond but I am lucky with this job. Mr David did really find me a comfortable desk security job." He found me working at a truck park looking at pen and pencil markings off the logistics company carpark.

"I am feeling very great and grateful about this job." But my stomach was twisting and the sun was shining from above.

I felt a great pressure in the solar plexus squeezing and x-mark stirring my guts and holding a stone freight pressure holding inside.

My head dazed side to side the sea was rocking my head to the sides as the water gathered in my mouth. I had eyes losing control and panic began to break out. I lost control of my breathing.

The evil gazing eyes looked very looking to me. I made a walk off my desk to have fresh air but I couldn't understand how much pressure was building inside. I heard voices chanting to me. They were blaming me for my life with Ursula.

"You have another drink at this job or another. Ursula will cheat you. Your children are failures."

I never knew a little girl was outside my office looking past the steel fence. The black hair girl made eye contact while gazing in open space. I vomited holding on to the solar plexus feeling lungs losing capacity to pump closing pressure on my heart.

"What is the first day on my job?" My poor soul never knew it was David Suka's sister Georgia Suka.

Her note under my desk is a note from a love drama written in her handwriting showing a picture of a copy of her brother's hangman card. It was in an old envelope from the car a restless spirit held its car documents.

I swayed my hand pulsing up hoping to reach the source of the pain I felt. The love for Ursula did not gaze from my heart but my gut feeling felt the kid. He was from the company. The owner's son brought me to work and already held his love cock inside Ursula behind my children playing in our garden.

While I was a spirit I learned and watched in tears how he really did it with her. She begged my company for insurance money.

He utilised and played her. To see his little sister keeping my children busy. He never did care. His company made far greater pay out.

It was the souls undertaking business his family did binding through soul and sex.

I never knew they fooled me in a clever contract written behind invisible lines in lemon pen. I made a deal with a satanic family to profit my children's wellbeing.

Thank you for reading my poor story of a business deal. It was horrible.