I screamed as they dragged me through the cemetery, their laughter and jeering affecting my mind in the worst possible way. I was either going to get killed or raped, I wasn't too happy about either of those. But I was hoping it'd stop at rape and I'd stay alive. When they stopped dragging me, I screamed louder and louder until they tied me down and started to circle around me. I tugged at the ropes and looked around me. There was some marking carved into the ground with fire and something sharp, there were candles of the black and dark blue and purple varieties. I screamed as one picked up an athame and cut himself with it. He let it run down into a bowl and bandaged it when he thought there was enough. There was an altar it was resting on, the bowl. It had a bunch of ingredients that he put into the bowl, one by one. Then he was picking up the bowl and swishing it around with a brush.
He came towards me with it and I started screaming louder. He leaned down and brushed it over my exposed chest and stomach. They'd long ago ripped off my clothes of course. Then he swiped it down my legs. He lifted up off his knees and put the bowl away on the altar. He picked up his athame, still covered in his blood and my screams became more urgent, he paid no heed and started to chant something in another language. He chanted and walked just outside the circle of carved symbols. He flicked the athame every few steps and suddenly he was all the way around at the beginning again, flicking his blood at me and smiling gruesomely. The symbols stayed silent and I was sure they were done with me, I was certain nothing bad was going to happen. Then my gut twisted and I saw the air in front of me start to waver like air above hot tar streets. A rip opened up, and a monster put his head through. "Master, we have brought you an offering. A queen for your underworld! A woman who rivals all in her abilities with magic and her purity." I screamed louder and thrashed around, trying to get away. He came further out of the light and I saw his form more clearly. It wasn't a monster. It was a man, a very large man in black robes with a pair of dark bat wings on his back. I stopped screaming to look him over, I wondered if he was going to eat me and started to say my prayers to god. He flinched.
"She invokes god's power in my circle."
"I told you the stupid bitch was still a Christian!" The head man turned and slapped the boy who said that.
"She is pure, she is corruptible. We knew there would be some challenge in it. But you like challenges in hell don't you?"
"True. She is a virgin?"
