Chapter3

#Chapter3

RITUAL

Surviving the 6 days, I had no idea what else these people had in store for me and I wish I had never found out.

Blindly following the man before me as he guided me to a place for the third and final ritual, I was once again blindfolded, instead of carrying me this time, he held my hand and lead me to the ritual instead.

Stepping into what seemed to be grass beneath my bare feet. I knew that I was outside. It wasn't nice soft grass no, it felt a little rough against my fragile flesh. The cold air told me that the weather was gloomy and grey, I could feel the breeze circle my body and latch onto my goosebumps. I still hadn't ate or drank anything and I could barely hold myself up and this cold, it wasn't helping me keep going. But I did, I knew I had no choice, they'd take me to the ritual one way or another.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the presence of something demonic, the closer we got, the more I felt him. And then I relived every assault on my body, every part of my insides that he tore apart. My mind wanted to get away from his presence but my legs kept going, walking closer and closer towards him. And then there it was again, the chants, the satanic chants. I wondered if I had just completely lost my mind. Rituals? Demons? Satan? Did these things even exist? Was I imagining everything? What was wrong with me?

Letting go of my hand, the man guiding me was now pushing me down to my knees, I was still wearing that blood covered white dress so I pulled it up slightly so that it didn't get in the way, I felt quite disgusting.

The disgusting blood covering the dress was the least of my worries as the man told me to hold out my hands. Again, I really wanted to not listen, but not only was a part of me feeling like it was being forced into submission, another part of me was afraid that if I didn't listen I'd end up just like those 6 girls that were sacrificed.

But when I felt something sort of squishy and slimy in my hands, it was cold, as though they had just took it out a freezer, I knew that whatever they had just put into my hands was not something I wanted there.

/"You will eat the heart of the 6 sacrificed virgins in order to complete this ritual./"

And there it was, instantly, I felt nauseous all over again, my fingers trembled against the heart in my hand, it was bad enough holding a dead persons heart, but it was even worse to have to eat it. I wondered if this is why they starved me, so that I'd be hungry enough to eat this. I couldn't but I would. I wasn't stupid enough to deny them what they wanted only to be forced into it or worse, end up as a heart in someone else's hand for them to eat what was left of me. I'd do it, for my own survival, I'd get through it.

The faster the better. It would be quicker but I had overestimated myself, the first bite I took into the heart, everything in my stomach, which was technically nothing at all, was threatening to come out of my mouth. The awful smell of blood, the disgusting feeling between my teeth and the knowledge of knowing what it was that I was biting into, it was not sinking in well with me.

/"Don't keep our Master waiting./"

The man spoke, pulling me back into my reality. Master? Could that be the... him?

Afraid of finding out what would happen if I did keep him waiting, I took a deep breath and bit into the heart, chewing away the disgust I felt in the pit of my stomach. Holding back the bile rising up my throat, one bite turned into two, then three and it took an eternity but eventually three bites turned into 6 hearts. I felt sick. I needed to be sick.

Silence. All that there was, was silence. No one uttered a word, no one chanted like before. As though they had all fallen mute, they kept quiet. I wondered if I'd done something wrong, if I'd made a mistake. Did I eat too fast? Did I eat too much? Was I not suppose to eat it all? The anticipation made me feel sick to my stomach more than I already felt like throwing up.

Then there it was again, his heavy footsteps, his dark aura, I sat there on my knees, knowing that he would either hurt me or kill but whatever he had in store for me, I was ready for it. I didn't just eat 6 hearts of 6 dead girls to be scared away now. I would withhold my strength, I would withstand the storm.

Instead of killing me, I felt his claws wrap around my waist and pick me up, holding me against him, I straddled my legs around him for support, and without a warning, he entered me. Penetrated my already sore sacred part. I didn't hold back this time, there was no tape to cover my screams, and oh I screamed, a shrilling, deafening scream, the more I screamed the faster and harder he thrusted into me. He felt like anything but human inside me. I was sure he was going to kill me. I would survive anything but this.

Sensing me walking across the thin line of life and death, he released himself inside of me then placed my limp body on the rough cold grass. My eyes fluttered open and shut beneath the blindfold, I wasn't sure if I was dying or if I had just simply already died. I wasn't awake to feel the blood pooling out of between my thighs the first time but this time, I could feel myself leaking, I knew I was bleeding, a lot. I questioned once more, was this my hell?

/"You lost your virginity in the blood of the sacrifice of 6 virgins. Bathed in the blood of the sacrifices for 6 days and you ate 6 hearts of the 6 virgin sacrifices./"

As the words left his mouth, they clogged up my throat. I didn't even know that I was a virgin. I couldn't remember a thing before the day I awoke to this horrible nightmare. I lost my virginity to the devil? I felt dizzy. But what he said next is what made me really pass out.

/"The ritual 666 is now over. The sign of the devil. You have completed all of the rituals, you will now become Satan's......

bride./"