The earth keeps shaking, and all the ground around the house is turning into throbbing fleshes in the shape of giant flower petals. These petals flutter, shaking the earth even harder. And soon, they slowly close like petals of a carrion flower, trapping the house inside it.
Meanwhile, the situation inside the house looks so gore, almost like inside the devil's belly. Some flesh tendrils hold Adanu Raksa, lifting him up with two tendrils gripping his neck.
Due to the terror, his vision is getting blurry. But he still can vaguely see a man grinning lustfully toward his mother.
He soon recognizes the man's face as the face of his own master. With so much hope, he then asks for his help.
"Teacher! Thank God, you are here! Please, help us from this demon!"
But too sad, without the kid knowing, he is actually talking to the devil himself. The man chuckles amusedly, before the chuckle turns into a mad laughter.
"Uncle Bramasti?" Adanu Raksa mumbles, looking confused with a face slowly painted by desperation.
Instead of giving help, Bramasti breaks Arkadevi's long cloth by pulling it with force. He does it right in front of the kid. That pitiful beauty can't do anything, because so many flesh tendrils have wrapped around her body.
Oddly enough, the man's mad laughter suddenly stops. He holds his head with both hands as he hears a voice in his mind. And soon, a mad greening starts adorning his face.
"You are asking me to sacrifice the kid? So be it! I no longer care about making him a puppet king to fulfill my ambitions. Go ahead! Take him as an offering?"
Soon, one big bubble in the shape of a slimy membrane emerges from the floor and slowly balloons. At a certain point, it explodes and splashing pus and blood.
Like an infected wound, the area emits a pungent putrid odor from the hole it left behind. And from that hole, a bigger flesh tendril shaped like a sea eel emerges to the surface.
It slowly crawls towards Adanu Raksa. Its tip opens like an eel's mouth, and begins to swallow Adanu Raksa from his feet, like a giant snake trying to swallow a calf alive.
"Noo! Mom, help me! Get this monster away from me!!!"
Arkadevi retaliates, but there's nothing she can do. She can't even utter a word, since her mouth has also been gripped by a flesh tendril.
As she keeps retaliating, Bramasti comes to her and takes off the flesh tendril from her mouth. It's not to release her. He does so only to licks her lips with the tip of his tongue.
Adanu Raksa, whose legs are already partially in the monster's mouth, continues to scream in despair. He looks frustrated, crying with a face already painted by rage.
"Bramasti! What's the meaning of this? Let her go!! Don't touch my mom!"
But the man ignores the kid's screaming. His mad laughter only becomes wilder while his hands are lustfully groping Arkadevi's breasts.
Arkadevi is still trying to deny him. She even spits him in the face. "You lowly human! Get your filthy hands off my body!"
It makes Bramasti even more furious, and scolds her so close to Arkadevi's face. "Take a look at your situation, you arrogant whore!" He holds Arkadevi's jaw, forcefully turning her face toward Adanu Raksa. "Look at him! The devil is going to eat that kid, and you still have the audacity showing your arrogance to insult me?"
Arkadevi's face is now looking so pitiful. She even starts begging. "No, please! Let my son go!"
"Why should I? Hm?"
"I beg of you, please! I'll do anything you want. Anything! But let Adanu Raksa go first. He is too young."
Bramasti grabs Arkadevi's clothes, and then tears them apart. The tip of two flesh tendrils also follow what Bramasti did, tearing Arkadevi's clothes until there's nothing left covering her smooth sweaty skin anymore.
"Wait! Don't do this in front of him," Arkadevi pleads.
"Heh! It's too sad," Bramasti chuckles amusedly. "I've offered him to the Carrion Flower Devil. There's nothing I can do now. After all, I do really want to fuck you right in front of him. And it's not like you can deny me anymore."
He goes down, and starts licking Arkadevi's smooth thigh and slowly moves to her crotch. Despite the sensation from the sensitive part of her body, Arkadevi can't feel any comfort from it.
She really detests Bramasti so much. And the terror only forces her brain to stop producing any relieving hormone.
"This is the reason I never accept a man like you! You are the lowest creature alive! You can have my body now! But you will never find happiness in your life after this!"
"Whatever! The more you retaliate, the more turned on I get."
"Curse you!"
Badly for Bramasti, Arkadevi is in her period. The dirty blood spurts out to his mouth. The smell is so fishy and disgusting, making the man lose his lust.
"You bitch!" He spits Arkadevi in the face before smacking her cheek with an open palm.
Arkadevi looks so mad and simply replies to his spit. "Serve you right! Just consider it as the first curse you will receive! I know you won't be able to take pleasure out of my body after this. Even if you kill me, my curse will never disappear. You won't get anything you want."
"You crazy bitch!"Bramasti smacks her face again. "Your son has almost been swallowed by the devil, and you still find the pleasure in despising me?!"
"I know there's nothing I can do anymore," Arkadevi rebukes. "And I know a man like you won't hear my pleading. After all, you know Adanu Raksa is not my…"
Arkadevi can't finish her words, because two flesh tendrils begin gripping her mouth again.
Bramasti approaches the mystical Kris which he planted on the floor. He holds the handle with his right hand, and starts murmuring something. Soon after that, several small flesh tendrils, which have so many open mouths with sharp teeth, emerge from the ground.
"You know nothing about me. I'm more than happy seeing you in agony rather than using my own dick to rape you."
Those bizarre things start torturing Arkadevi, whipping and peeling her smooth skin bit by bit.
"Kukuku! Geaahahahaa!!!"
Ignoring the blood that splashes onto his face, Bramasti keeps laughing so amusedly at the sight of pitiful Arkadevi.