CULT

Chapter 1

PROLOGUE

Voices,

Murmurs,

Chants?

I awoke to darkness. I could feel a soft fabric on my skin, blocking my eyesight, a blindfold? I wanted to reach for the blindfold and take it off but that's when I realised that my wrists were bound, wiggling, the restraint on my wrists weren't so soft nor were the cold metal I could feel on my ankles.

Confusion took over my senses as I tried to figure out where I was or how I got here but all of my attempts to remember something, anything, came up empty, I couldn't remember a thing.

After a few tries of trying to get out of the restraints and failing, I decided to use my other senses, so I listened. Chants. All I could hear were the distance voices of what seemed to be a group of people chanting something, their rhythm eerie and crippling, the more I listened, the more lost I felt. Why was I here?

The chaos in my thoughts came to an abrupt stop as I heard a door unlock and then in came heavy footsteps, not just one but many, there were multiple people in the room and none of them were speaking, apart from the sound of the footsteps, it was dead silent. The chants had also stopped, leaving me to come face to face with my fears. A nightmare. It had to be. Was I dreaming? Why couldn't I remember a thing? Who were these people? Who even was I?

"Hello? Where am I?"

I found the will to speak as I felt hands grab a hold of me and pull me off what seemed to be a bed.

"Who are you people?"

Silence. That's all that there was, no one talked, no one answered. It's as though they were mute and it made things even more terrifying. I didn't understand what was happening. It had to be a nightmare. I only hoped that it would be.

Focusing on my surrounding as they guided me to wherever, I noticed I was wearing a long dress as I felt it swiftly moving against my legs with each nervous step I took. The heavy chains around my ankles making it even more difficult to walk. It was easy to take a step, it was just too heavy to pull along with me.

One step,

Two steps,

Three.

With each second that passed by, crashed in a new wave of crippling anxiety. What was going on here?

I let out a small scream as I felt people picking me up, I didn't know what to do, did I fight them somehow? Did I question them? Taking none of that as an option, I stayed silent as I felt them place me on a hard surface, laying me back, I tried to figure out what they were doing to me, it felt as though they were attaching the chains on around my ankles to something as they did the same with my wrists. Both my legs and arms spread apart, I tried to pull them away from them, only to be held tight in my place, they locked me in place and at once, all of the footsteps started to fade, they left me there.

"What are you doing to me?!"

I yelled out, finally coming to the conclusion that waiting to figure things out wasn't working and soon I realised neither was yelling questions out as someone quickly placed a tape over my mouth, shutting out my vocal chords.

My heart sank as the chants started again, this time they were so loud, so close, as if, I was surrounded by them. People. They were all chanting words in what seemed like another language, it sounded... satanic.

Panic. I felt like I was going to panic. But I kept myself calm, I stayed still, so still that I thought for a moment, just for a moment, that I wasn't really here.

My hopes and dreams were crushed as I listened to everyone go quiet all at once, some muffling around came to hearing as if people were getting on the floor, maybe on their knees? I tilted my head to the side as if that would clear my view, listening, I heard the footsteps again, this time, it weren't many, it was just one. One person. And that person, that person was walking towards me.

Holding my breath as if it would help my situation, I awaited the inevitable, soon after, I felt the presence of someone, something, standing right before me. It reached out and traced what felt like claws across the flesh surrounding my ankles just before it lifted my dress slowly up my legs and over my thighs, I squirmed, the cool air that I now felt on my sacred parts informed me that I had no underwear on, something I hadn't realised earlier due to the adrenaline that was surging through my veins.

Desperate to hide myself from whatever was stood before me, I tried to close my legs but the restraints kept me in place. I didn't know what it was, I couldn't tell how I knew this but what I felt, the presence of the thing before me, it wasn't a person, it was, something else. I could feel it, this thing, I could feel him.

The silence deafened my sensitive ears as I listened for something, anything, but there was nothing. As if all of the people chanting things before had just completely vanished or died, the place stayed silent, the only sound to be heard was the sound of my beating heart.

I could feel the claws of the thing before me running up my thighs, soon after came his heavy breath as I felt him come on top of me, crushing my body beneath his. He felt like a human on top of me but his presence made me feel otherwise, the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach made me feel like he was something different. Not human.

I wanted to yell, to thrash around like a wild animal and try to get away but I stayed put, I stayed exactly where I was, something held me very still, and it wasn't the restraints no, it was a feeling, like I wasn't to disobey, that I would not move unless he wanted me to.

For a moment, there was just silence, nothing but silence, complete darkness, but the void was soon contaminated by the whimper that escaped my throat as I felt something ripping into me. Into my sacred spot. I don't mean just an assault, I mean tearing me apart, I felt it. He was ripping my insides to shreds and I couldn't do a thing to stop it from happening except letting tears run free from their warzone in my eyes, they didn't waste time, racing down the sides of my eyes, I could feel them dampen the cloth covering my eyes as the thing continued to rip into me.

As the pain eased down, going from agony to numbness, I started to really feel him. With every thrust, another part of me latched onto him, I could physically feel him taking bits and pieces of me. Making them his. He felt like a man but the connection I now felt with him, it told me that he was no man, for he was,

He was Satan.

Chapter 1- PURITY

I awoke again, but not to darkness this time, I awoke to someone taking the blindfold off my eyes, I must've passed out sometime during my assault.

A large red ceiling came into my view, covered with lit candles, the fire in them still burning as I stayed still, taking in my surrounding, I didn't dare move, I couldn't. I had pain everywhere on my body, in between my thighs, my arms, my legs, my stomach. Everywhere, even my head was throbbing in pain. I could still feel him inside me. I felt, empty. Like something had been taken away from me, and I don't mean just my dignity, I mean something that belonged to me, something that was a part of me. Almost like, he had took my soul.

Realising I was no longer bound to the restraints, I finally found the will to move, rolling to my side, I held my stomach in my arms as I tried to ease away the pain that was still surging through my flesh and that's when my gaze fell onto the nightmare around me.

Blood.

Death.

All I saw was blood, I was laying in literal blood, I was in so much pain that I had not noticed the crimson liquid pooled around and on me. That wasn't the worst part, the worse part was the lifeless bodies of multiple girls. Sitting up, I looked all around me, girls. Dead girls. All six of them dressed in a white dress which was now covered in their own blood.

Nausea crept up my throat as I inhaled in the m******e around me. Getting off from the black table I had been restrained on, I scanned the red markings carved into the table, a pentagram. This was a sacrifice? I felt even more sick now and I couldn't hold the bile rising up my throat in any longer, bending over just as I was about to throw up, someone placed a bucket before me for me to throw up in and I did just that, vomiting my guts out, I spilled my misery into the bucket and as I was finally done throwing up, someone else handed over a cloth for me to wipe my mouth with.

Coming back to my senses, I turned to look at the people who had just helped me. They were both dressed in a black robe, the hoods covering most of their face, casting a shadow over their lips. I couldn't even tell if they were male or female but by their large build, I assumed men.

"What is this?"

I questioned, grateful to whoever took the tape off my mouth before I awoke.

Silence.

"Who are you people?"

I wanted to yell, to force them into answering me but I felt so weak, it took just taking a step forward for me to fall to the floor. I didn't understand why I was feeling so disoriented. So fragile.

As much as I didn't want these people to touch me, I was grateful when one of them picked me up and carried me through the large gloomy building. The walls, floors and ceiling were all painted in crimson red, it looked somewhat like a church. But a cursed one. Or maybe it was a castle. I didn't know and I didn't want to know, I just wanted to get out of here.

Carrying me up a large set of stairs, the man made his way through a long, long eerie hallway, lit candles cascaded the walls, the fire above the wax being the only light to guide us through the maze that was this place.

Only when he stepped inside the room had I realised where he was taking me. It looked like another room for another sacrifice, but later I came to learn that it wasn't. There were candles all over the floors, leaving only a small pathway towards a tub full of what looked like, blood.

My heart sank into my stomach as the man slowly carried me to the tub, placing me inside it, now that I was so close, I could smell the iron stench of human blood.

Thrashing around, kicking and screaming, I tried to fight the restraints that he placed on my wrists and ankles yet again, binding me to the tub full of blood. I wanted to throw up all over again and I'm sure I would've had I not threw everything up in my system already.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

I yelled as he stepped away from me, standing there watching, making sure I was fully strapped in, satisfied, he opened his mouth to talk:

"You will bathe for six days in the blood of the six pure sacrifices."

And just before I could question him, he and his fellow hooded friend vanished out of the door, locking me in all alone, confused and terrified.

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The sun fell and rose again, day turned into night and night turned into misery. I wasn't sure how many days I'd been laying inside the blood of the dead but I knew it had to be a long time. At first, I tried to make sense of things, what had happened since I had awoke, who the person who assaulted me was, who were these people and why they were making me bathe in blood but my questions came up empty, I had no answer to either of them and slowly but surely, I was losing myself.