‘Help me – please help me God,’ she cried out in her heart.
Then she called out to the Marquis.
She thought, just as she could read his thoughts, if she cried out to him he might just be able to hear her.
She was desperately afraid of what would happen to her when she was to be sacrificed to Satan.
She felt that at any moment the man standing over her might touch her, as he was very obviously the High Priest.
Very soon now she would feel his hands on her naked body.
Every time she opened her eyes even a fraction, she could see his hands projecting from his Satanic robe.
‘Help me – come to me – save me. Oh, Ivor – Ivor, save me!’
She almost felt as if she was saying the words aloud because they flowed so intensely from her heart and her soul.
She was praying to God.
“Please God –
