On seeing the onrushing police the hooded and masked Satanists had fled in all directions, to be chased and brought down by Rayburn’s men incensed at the scenes of t*****e and mutilation, the obscene altar, the depravity and intended crucifixion. The shouts and orders, the pounding of feet, screams and yells echoed and re-echoed around the walls of the cellar as fleeing shadows leapt and skittered, bizarrely distorted and contorted by the guttering candles and the searching beams of bulls-eye torches darting capriciously in and out the forest of columns.
Goats-head, snarling in frustrated fury snatched up the jewelled knife and slashed at Lucy between her legs, slicing across her vulva and upper thighs and then he stabbed upwards, trying for a killing stroke but she had reared up in agony
