The dark moon

Chapter 19••Sacrifice

Chloe POV

Meanwhile…

I’ve lost count of how many days we have been here. I can’t see any sunlight, so it’s hard to tell when it’s day and night. Everything just blends into one. I can’t remember the last time I ate something decent. All we get are bits of leftover food that someone else has already eaten, so we’re lucky if we can get a fairish bite from the morsels that we are thrown.

“GET UP NOW!”

A deep gravelly voice booms.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

I’m not gonna let these dícks push me around.

“GET THE FÙCK UP NOW YOU PIECE OF SHÍT!”

I feel a hand wrap around my throat and squeeze. I can feel his grip getting tighter. I can’t breathe, my head starts to spin and I can see black spots.

“Let her go. We’ll come,” Eva says.

She sounds so weak and broken. He unchains us both. My wrists feel lighter but raw. I go to rub one better but hiss from the pain that shoots from the spot. I feel myself stumble forward as I’m pushed through our cell door.

The light in the corridor hurts my eyes, so I squint and try to cover them with my hand, noticing my wrists are red, the skin rubbed from them. He pushes me along past the other cell doors. I can hear moaning or wailing coming from inside all of them. I had to have walked past 13 doors at least. He led us toward another door, and pushed it open.

The sound of the metal hinges squeaking sounded louder in the empty hallway and instantly my knees buckled. The brute picks me up and throws me into the room like I weigh nothing at all.

In the room is that thing Scarlett called Blagden. He looks like a black shadow with blood-red eyes that glow. He has large muscles and is wearing a red cloak that’s open and loose, revealing his naked body underneath. He towers over everyone else in the room.

I look around and notice that the room is lit by black candles placed around on the floor. There’s a pentagram painted on the floor in red paint. Along the wall of the room, there are more cells, but these cells are different. They don’t have doors like our old cell did. These have bars. Scarlett walks in wearing a black hooded cloak.

“Titus, put them in the cells and bring me the offering.”

The man that brought us here, who I now know as Titus, throws me into one cell and then drags Eva by her hair to the other cell next to mine. He walks out of the dark and creepy room, walking slowly back in a few minutes later, carrying a girl bridal style. My eyes take a minute to adjust to the light.

“Scarlett, no! What have you done?”

Titus is carrying Maisie.

“Maisie! Maisie! wake up Maisie” I start to sob.

Blagden seems to be enjoying my torment. He moves over to what looks like a black throne and sits down. His movements are strange though he doesn’t walk. It’s like he is shimmering. Titus lays Maisie down in the center of the pentagram. She looks dead. She’s not moving. She’s been dressed in a pure white cloak. Titus moves away from the center of the pentagram and kneels down on the floor with his arms stretched out in front of him like he is worshipping a pharaoh.

The room starts to fill as more people enter and take up the same position as Titus. They each start to chant in a strange language I’ve never heard.

Scarlett lowers her cloak to the floor, revealing her naked body underneath. She has strange symbols tattooed on her body. She reaches down and unfolds a black cloth that I didn’t notice before. She pulls out what looks like a goat's skull and places it on her head. Blagden shimmers over and places a crown of thorns on top of the goat's skull, then shimmers back to his throne. She bends down again and pulls out a long dagger. She’s chanting in the strange language the others are, but she’s not chanting the same thing as them. She chants something different. Her voice is loud and is carried around the room. A chill runs down my spine and I know that something terrible is going to happen. She walks over to Maisie, who seems to be starting to come around now. I can see her head moving slightly. Scarlett holds the dagger above Maisie’s heart and plunges it down. Maisie lets out one last strangled breath before she slips away. Eva lets out a blood-curdling scrėam. I try to scrėam myself, but no sounds come from my mouth. Scarlett then removes the dagger and runs long slits up both of Maisie’s arms, letting her blood flow onto the floor.

The white cloak she was wearing is now dark red with her blood. Scarlett dips her fingers in the blood and walks to each person on the floor, and draws a symbol on their forehead. After each one has the symbol, she dips her hand in the blood again and starts to rub it over her body, like she’s washing herself with Maisie’s blood.

Blagden shimmers over to Scarlett and runs his claw-like hand down over her breast, she turns around and lowers his cloak from his shoulders letting it drop to the floor, she pushes him down by both shoulders to the floor next to Maisie’s lifeless body. She stepped over him so that he was laying in between her legs and she lowered herself down onto him. She lets out a loud moan and starts to grind herself up and down his díck. Blagden reaches up and smashes his face to hers, kissing her whilst thrusting up into her. She starts to ride him faster, and he starts to grunt with pleasure. Scarlett’s body starts to shudder. She lets out a loud scream of pleasure as Blagden grunts from his own release. She dips her hand in the blood again and smoothers Blagden’s face with it.