CULT

#Chapter1

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.