There's a special intestine tightening, bowel loosening feeling you get when you wake up in a dark forest staked to the ground surrounded by lanterns. My eyes were heavy, and my mind was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, but I could tell right away I was not going to have a good night. I tried to sit up but realized each of my ankles and wrists were held taut with rope. I was also stretched into an uncomfortable X shape.
As my senses came back to me, I felt something nestled against my groin and when I looked down, I discovered a few things. One, I was completely naked, two, three hooded figures worked around me, and three, the large wooden bowl between my legs looked like Mom's new salad bowl. I'm not sure why that bothered me more than my actual predicament, but all I could think was,
Mom's going to be pissed when she finds out my nuts have been touching her bowl.
Whatever was making me groggy wasn't allowing me to think straight and for a few moments, my mind chased itself down a rabbit hole as I thought of other things Mom wouldn't be happy with my nuts touching. Using the time I doubt I had, I closed my eyes and tried to pull my addled brain back together. After four or five minutes I felt clear-headed enough to open my eyes and look around. The only thing I could see in the low light was three lanterns and, like the bowl, they looked like they came from my house. A thought was skittering around the edges of my mind as to who might have staked me to the ground, but I kept pushing it away as the thought was too insane to entertain.
A cold breeze blew across my naked skin and thought,
I really shouldn't be lying here naked
, but when I tried to find my clothes I was immediately reminded of the ropes holding me down.
"He's awake," a feminine voice said.
Another feminine voice replied, "Unfortunate."
I looked toward the first voice and watched as she knelt between my legs. My luck with women held true and instead of using my body for her sexual gratification, she began mixing ingredients into the bowl. I chuckled as the movement of the bowl tickled my balls.
"Mom's going to be pissed with you using her bowl like that," I said, my words slurring from whatever I'd taken. The hooded figure snorted with laughter as they stood and began placing small fat black candles around my shivering body. "So, wanna tell me what's going on?"
She ignored me, but as she worked the thought I kept pushing away was becoming more insistent. I'll be honest, I had dreams like that before, women surrounding my naked body as they took turns pleasuring themselves, but the stakes were new and no one was getting off.
Reality's so much worse than fantasy,
I thought.
Actually, of all the guys in this town to kidnap for a sex adventure, I should be the last on the list.
I mean, I was a forty-year-old loser who lived at home with his mother and his sister who was fifteen years younger, and thought she was an influencer. I stood all of five foot four on a good day, and according to my doctor, if I didn't stop eating all those double cheeseburgers, I'd be lucky to see forty-five. Then there was my 'manhood'. I had a tiny penis that tried its best to be something more than it was, but when all was said and done, I looked like a roll of pennies when I got hard. That wasn't really something that ever brought a lot of pleasure to any woman.
"Hey," I called out, "I'm not sure what's happening here, but I don't think I'm the guy for you. I mean, you can see I'm not working with a lot."
"This isn't going to be that kind of night," the one who had begun to set black candles around me as she worked.
I don't know why, but her words and the way she said them made my heart pound. Whatever was coursing through my system began to clear as fear-induced adrenaline shot through me burning off the effects. I began to struggle, the hooded figure at my feet looked at me and my heart stopped. The person kneeling between my legs, who I would've given anything to be in this position at any other time, was one of my sister's best friends.
"Traci? Holy shit, Jess's going to kill you when she finds out what you're doing."
"Are you sure this is absolutely necessary," Traci asked as she pulled her hood back.
Traci, like my sister, thought of herself as a social media influencer. She had a modest following because she was slim and liked to wear next to nothing in her videos, but she was ditzy and didn't know how to capitalize on her natural qualities. I doubted she'd rise much further than she was. That went for my sister as well, except for the ditzy and slim part. Unlike Traci, my sister was an angry chubby woman and unless she did something viral, and I'm not talking about the guys she dated, then she would be stuck in mediocre hell with her friends.
"Yes," the leader said pulling her hood down. My eyes grew wide as I recognized my sister Jess. I started to calm down because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that while my loving sister liked to pick on me, she would never actually endanger my life. Torture me a little, sure, tease me a lot, absolutely, but never actually put me in any real harm's way. At least, that's what I thought until she spoke again. "The ritual says we need a sacrificial male who was born during the time of Samhain. Alex was born on All Hallow's Eve, and if anyone is perfect for sacrificing, it's him. Plus, Mom's gone for the week and this will give us time to come up with a story of what happened to Alex."
"Yeah, but this seems kind of... I don't know, a little murdery."
"Ha ha, Jess, jokes gone on long enough, I'm starting to get scared now, let me go." I looked at her, "I mean, we both know you're not going to kill me. This is just another Tik Tok or something, right?"
Jess finally acknowledged my presence and stared at me. Not the loving stare of a sister who was trying to create a viral video, but the blank stare of a psychopath. Her eyes sent me over the edge and I began screaming for help. As I yelled, the third figure dropped and covered my mouth, it was my sister's other best friend, Brenda.
"I'm so sorry, Alex, but you know how difficult it is to get views and this is our only chance to be famous."
"Views," I screamed into her hand. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Brenda, let me go or you'll be famous for going to go to jail."
She pressed her hand harder over my mouth until I couldn't speak as she looked at the others. "Oh my God, is he right, all we going to jail?"
"Not if we do everything we're supposed to, and dammit Traci, I told you we're not killing him," Jess said, "Look, I've done all the research and all we're doing is preparing his body for the demon. Once he takes over it won't be Alex's soul, but it'll still be his body. So, legally we won't have done anything to Alex. At least not anything the demon won't be able to fix."
