Isserley and the Hitchhiker

Isserley almost turned him into road kill before she spotted him. He leapt out of the way just in time, landing heavily in the dirt next to the road. She watched as he pushed himself back up. His biceps flexed with the effort, they were almost the size of her head. Too quickly, he was back to his full height. Isserley took her time appraising the adonis standing in her head lights: strong, broad shoulders, defined arm muscles and his shirt was doing very little to hide impressive abdominals. He. Was. Perfect. 

That's when her eyes caught his gaze. Piercing and time-stopping. Without breaking eye contact, Isserley leaned over and opened the passenger door. His intense stare held her's as he walked around and got into the car. 

It was going to be such a shame to kill him. 

"So where is it you need to go?" Isserley enquired as she pulled out from the side of the road. 
"Callonblye. It's outside of -"
"Geller Woods. Yeah, I know. I've lived in this area a long time."


The hitchhiker hadn't taken his eyes off Isserley since he'd gotten into the car. Like a predator staring down his prey. It would have unnerved her, if it hadn't been for the knowledge that she was the hunter bringing home her spoils. 
"I'll drive you all the way to Callonblye, but I'll have to drop by my house on the way. Does that work for you?"
"Yeah, that's cool." The stranger finally took his eyes off Isserley and settled into the passenger seat. 

The short drive to Isserley's property was silent and filled with an atmosphere of sexual tension that could have been cut with a knife. 

They pulled up to a large farmhouse on the outskirts of Geller Woods. Secluded and miles away from the nearest neighbours, this late at night, it was deadly silent and almost eery. Isserley cut the engine and climbed out of the car. Before she closed the door, she bent down and looked across to the man in the passenger seat. 
"Would you mind helping me get the feed into the barn? The bags are pretty heavy and help would mean only one trip."
In response, the man exited the car. They walked around the car and met at the back of the truck. Isserley lowered the truck door grabbed the nearest bag of feed. The stranger grabbed the other two. With Isserley leading the way, they headed to the barn. Isserley used her free hand to open the door and hold it open for her new companion. The man walked into the barn without hesitation, he could see vague outlines of objects in the moonlight. That's when Isserley closed the door and everything went black. 

When Chris awoke, he was almost blinded by a light pointed directly above his head. His head was throbbing, why did his head hurt.  He went to rub it, but couldn't as his hands were bound. As his eyes began to adjust to the light, he saw that he was surrounded by six women. Isserley. Wait, they were all Isserley. Six identical women, all in the the image of the woman who had picked him up on the side of the road. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew he had to get out of there. 

Chris tried to struggle, but he was still very groggy and whatever he had been drugged by was still affecting his limbs - all four of which were tightly bound. 

"The sacrifice awakens." One of the clones' monotone voice rang out. Then, in complete sync, they all started chanting, in what sounded like Latin. 

That's when the pain hit. It was like being electrocuted and split apart at the same time. His mouth gaped to scream in agony, but his vocal cords were completed non-functional. Chris kept writhing in pain while the women kept chanting. Turning his head to the side, he saw in horror that the muscles in his arm were half the size that they had been. Terror and heart-break slammed him again and again, as the body that he has spent hours and hours building and toning got smaller and smaller by the second. He was watching himself wither away. He could feel all the strength - both physical and mental - being drained from his body. 

It was only thirty minutes - though it seemed unending to Chris - before all there was left of the handsome hitchhiker was a pile of skin and bones. 

Stood next to the altar, naked and newly appeared, was a seventh woman, identical to the others. 

Their coven was complete.