/lit/ - Literature

>Do any of you guys have experience with Melanie

During the ritual one is not supposed to see the faces of the others; the masks are elaborate and rich with significances. But as I knelt before the mirror I couldn't help but look up from the flickering reflection of the torches. In a moment of exhilaration she had lifted the mask; between the Hierophant and the First Luminaire stood Melanie, her face flushed with excitement, the mask of the Goat thrown back over her enchanting long hair. She was nude except for the mask -- we all were -- and her breasts were small and pert; but when the Sergeant-at-Arms saw that my gaze had slipped, he brought his baculus down on the nape of my neck and I fell unconscious.

I came to on a park bench on 19th Street. Several days later I received a letter; in gold ink on rich green paper it told me that I had failed the initiatory test and would hear no more from the Brotherhood.