Love Magick #24
by Cherie Ann Turpin
(30 Stories in 30 Days)
Ego can motivate a man or a woman to do some really dumb things in the pursuit of satisfying sexual desires. It can also lead one to make a less than smart move just to gain the attention of a would-be conquest. It makes no sense to me why a man would view a woman as an object of prey when the objective is love, affection, and all the things we associate with lifelong happiness. On the other hand, if he views love as a battle to be won, and if he views a woman’s body as a commodity to be possessed, processed, and used for his comfort and joy, he will do everything in his power to own her, even if it means it is against her will. Sometimes, a man like that meets his soul mate, and while that sounds beautiful, a soul mate for a man who is mostly nightmarish to the women who have been unfortunate enough to encounter him would need to match or surpass his psychopathic tendencies.
Hence, love as a bloody battlefield that would render a woman into submission was the thought process of a man in his mid-thirties who visited a tattoo artist and magician who had expertise in all manner of sex magick and ritual tattoos for those willing to pay a very high price for satisfaction. Ron was determined to capture a certain woman’s heart and body through whatever manipulative means he felt would be most effective in compelling a yes from her.
After much meditation and consultation with a Nameless One, the tattoo artist/magician drew a special sigil on the left side of Ron’s back and began filling it in. As instructed by the Nameless One, the artist/magician neglected to tell Ron of the caveat of the spell being literally carved into his back, that the entity who had been summoned to act on his behalf was not pleased with Ron’s past endeavors with women, and would certainly make sure he received what he asked for, and plenty more. Just not in the way he expected it.
Ron had not been a very nice man when it came to romance.
His first marriage to a college sweetheart ended after one year of constant arguments, one night in jail after he punched out two of her molars and broke her eye socket, and an extremely expensive divorce (she hired an attorney to protect her inheritance). His second marriage ended after six years due to mutual indifference to maintaining a relationship to a woman who he believed did not really exist, save for family functions and office receptions. She was a con artist who’d fooled him into believing she loved him. At least that was what he told himself when she “accidentally” drowned during their last trip to the Bahamas. He dumped his two mistresses one month after the finalization of the life insurance payout, and moved into a condo near the harbor.
He had his eyes on a nurse who lived not far from the coffee shop he frequented, a petite, demure woman who seemed to be in mourning. He wasn’t wrong about that either; Lana recently lost her husband to cancer, and lately spent her weekend mornings sitting with her coffee, and staring at the dark sea water of the harbor. She barely noticed him as he came in daily for his large skinny latte. His invisibility changed after the tattoo job. He caught her staring back at him on a Monday when he blew in to grab his latte before heading to the office.
By Friday she was waiting for him outside the cafe, smiling. She treated him to his morning latte and talked him into taking the day off. One month later, they were a couple headed into a long-term relationship. Lana didn’t ask him about the strange tattoo on his back when they first started sleeping with each other. Her mind was on other things, things to set into motion. One year later they were married and living on the harbor in his condo.
Sitting in her new kitchen drinking coffee and watching the sun come up, Lana wondered if she really had to wait six years before putting her second husband to sleep.