Jason awoke to a hard slap to the face. His eyes fluttered open to find himself naked and bound to a tree in the woods. He wasn't sure why he was here. He never wronged anyone and always followed the law. The last thing he remembered was locking up the comic book store he worked at.
It was about 10:30 at night when he was walking to his car when a van pulled in front of him. Four people in ski masks jumped out and charged Jason. He tried to run, but they quickly caught up to him and tackled him to the ground. As the three held him down, the fourth put a wet rag to his face and covered his mouth and nose. He breathed in the strange aroma and began to become lightheaded, his struggles weakened even more, and he eventually lost consciousness.
Jason looked at his surroundings. He saw that he was in the middle of the woods with no lights or houses in any directions. In fact the only light that appeared to be in the whole pitch dark forest was the campfire ten feet in front of him. A shiver went up his spine as he saw a dozen people surround him. The people were dressed in dark red robes with their hoods up and he couldn't see their faces. One of them pulls out a wallet from their pocket and opens it.
"Jason Edward Anderson, Age 18 correct?" The person whose voice was a woman's asked him. Jason had no idea what to say even though it was information he already well knew. Suddenly one of the hood wearers slapped him hard across the face.
"Answer her boy!" The hood wearer demanded who also had a woman's voice. Jason, in fear of being hit again answered.
"Yes that's me." Jason muttered. The hood wearer then threw his wallet in the fire and was quickly engulfed. Normally he would be furious for having his wallet, money, ID, and debit card destroyed, but was far too scared to be angry.
"Tell me Mr.Anderson, are you a virgin?" The woman asked him. Jason's face went bright red with embarrassment. Why does she want to know if he is a virgin? What are they planning on doing to him? The second woman was already getting ready to hit him again and he blurted out his answer.
"Yes I am a virgin!" He yelled quickly. His face still red with embarrassment. The hood wearers all took off their hoods to all reveal them to be young women of varying races. The leader asking Jason all the questions was a black woman and the woman who kept hitting him was an asian woman.
"Excellent then let us prepare for the ceremony." The black woman said sounding pleased. The women then began to have previously assigned positions. Two women went around the campfire to feed it more wood, while two others began putting strange herbs and spices into the fire, and three others to lightly chant in a strange language Jason couldn't understand. He noticed the fire seemed to be getting bigger and hotter, but he just wrote it off as them putting in more wood. The other seven of the women surrounded Jason. One of the women opened a bottle and poured the substance that appeared to be a red paint like substance on a plate. Two women took small paint brushes and dipped it in the paint. They than approached Jason with the brushes and began to draw strange symbols on his body. He struggled against his bonds as the brushes tickled his body.
"Stop what the fuck are you doing?!" He exclaimed. The women didn't answer as he continued to struggle against the ropes, but to no prevail. He was completely restrained and couldn't move. The women finished painting the symbols on his legs, arms, thighs, stomach, and chest. The women then opened a bottle and poured what appeared to be wine into a glass. They offered the glass to him.