CULT

Chapter 2

They hadn't fed me, nor gave me a drink of water, I could feel my health deteriorating, I could barely keep my eyes open, my lips felt like shards of glass and my throat was worse. The only way to ease the desert in my throat was to swallow my saliva and I was quickly running out of those too. I swear I was starting to see things, I was starting to hallucinate him. Yet I still couldn't put a face to him.

It's like the longer I spent in this room, the more I felt him possess me. I was losing my mind. Or maybe I had already lost it. Maybe I had died and this was the afterlife, maybe this was my hell.

I only realised that I'd been in here for six straight days when the door opened and in came my knight in shining armour, only his armour was more of a robe and it definitely wasn't shining, if anything, it was doing the complete opposite. I wanted to call out to him, to ask for a glass of water but I couldn't get my voice out, it was stuck against the dryness in my throat.

I did manage to say something though, but it wasn't even close to a word, it was more of a painful moan. But I was grateful to see him walking towards me, though he was walking too slow for comfort, he did however, eventually get to me. Stopping just by the tub, he leaned down and took the restraints off me, now had I had even the smallest bit of energy, I would've bolted. But to my dismay, I was barely balancing on life and death, I couldn't even figure out if this was real.

Just as relief washed over me when he pulled me out of the crimson I had spent six days laying in, terror rose into my chest against my will as he spoke the words that I didn't want to hear.

For he said,

"You have survived the six days. It's time for your next and final ritual."

Chapter 2- 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."

Chapter 3- BLOOD

Blood.

Bleeding.

I had been bleeding down my thighs for the past 24 hours, I thought for sure that I'd die from the amount of blood loss but something wanted me to live.

Surviving the next 24 hours, the men in the hood had gave me food and water, something my body had lacked in the last 6 days. I still didn't quite understand why I was here or how I had managed to get myself in this mess but I thought back to the things I had been informed since they'd brought me to my room.

We have been trying for centuries to summon our lord and saviour, Satan. Over centuries ago, our ancestors were able to summon him by sacrificing 6 virgins and gifting him the purest of the virgins, unfortunately the subject died during the second trial. She only made it to day 4 before she passed away, our Master vanished then and was never seen again... until now. After many sacrifices, we have found the purest form of a virgin, you.

My heart pounded in my chest, I was the reason why they were able to summon the devil. I didn't know whether to feel honoured or just plainly unlucky.

Our ancestors came across a book inside a possessed church that gave instructions on how to summon the devil, though no one has been able to get it to work either due to not finding a pure virgin or because of the fact the virgin does not survive all of the trials, each and every attempt has been futile. You, dear, you are the first pure virgin to survive the trials and keep our Master satisfied. We would like to thank you for your sacrifice.

They had said as they got on their knees, bowing down to me. But what sacrifice were they speaking of? The one sacrifice I would've never willingly gave to the devil.

The reason why the previous subjects did not survive the trials were not only because they were starved, when our Master takes the virginity of a pure virgin, he also takes their soul. Humans cannot survive without their soul, you however, you did.

I felt sick to my stomach as I thought back to every word they had said. He took my soul. It explained why I felt so... empty. So, shallow.

But what does this mean for me now? Why did you say I will be his bride?

You now belong to the devil, if you last a month within his grasp, if you do not pass away from his brute force during mating, you will become his bride. What we want is for him to rule the world. With you here, he'll have a reason to stay, he'll have a reason to rule not only hell but Earth too...

My mind was spinning at this point, they had gave me to the devil against my will, sold my soul to him, against my will and now wanted me to survive a month being r***d by him AGAINST MY WILL.