Tori nodded. She didn't know exactly what Shanna was talking about but she recognized a compulsion when she saw it.<br/>"The deal is, Shanna, there is evil in this house that is fed by fear, lust, and probably rage, all potent base level necessities for survival. You probably feed it just by being here, not trying to be mean. I mean especially with this horny disorder thingie going on. I was going to say that you and Greg might need to be split up, but I guess whatever and whoever can get you off." Tori said, averting her eyes from all but Shanna's face.<br/><br/>Shanna nodded.<br/><br/>"So maybe you and Greg can go tonight." Tori continued.<br/><br/>A voice in her head said,<br/>"Look sharp."<br/><br/>Tori stopped and looked around. A few orbs were circling but nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The kitchen was a haven in all the madness of this house. She stepped over to the swinging door to peer in. The men were duking it out and the damn statue had another hard on. She didn't know what to do. Easing the door closed, she walked back to where Shanna was trying her best to keep her hands from her pussy.<br/><br/>Shanna leaned against the worn counter top, squeezing the tops of her legs closed as hard as she could while pressing against her hands. Overhead were old pans swinging to and fro, gaining momentum.<br/><br/>"Look out!" Tori shouted just as the pans clattered to the floor, raising an unholy racket. Shanna jumped away, her eyes big as saucers.<br/><br/>The men spilled through the door. The fighting momentarily suspended as the clashing of metal caught their attention. Tori shoved each one to opposite sides of the room and held the door closed.<br/><br/>"Now, stop. All of you." she said, pointing her finger. " And stay there."<br/><br/>The calm in the kitchen seeped into the men and they each huffed out a last breath that had been driven by adrenaline.<br/>"Now, listen and listen fast. The evil in this house is fueled by passions. Fear, lust and obviously rage. I'm sure stuff like drunkenness and drugs are gateways for them. It has to quiet if it isn't fed.  Greg and Shanna need to leave, immediately. Shanna is a conduit and can't help it."<br/><br/>Tori walked to the back door to open it and the handle was stuck. She turned large eyes toward Jacob and took a deep breath,<br/>"I think we are locked in." She rattled the handle again. "Above all, we have to remain calm. We have to not fuck like rabbits. There will be time for that later, when we get home." She smiled wanly at her words.<br/><br/>She flashed on the man, the drown man, in the bucket of the well. "There is some kind of binding in the sulfuric water of the kitchen. That is why the kitchen is a protected place. Maybe we can try wiping down with it? Maybe it repels the evil? I don't know. Someone help me here."