<a class="username" data-user-id="641" data-username="@reverse" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/641/">@reverse</a><br/><br/>The screams had given her nightmares since she'd been brought here. It was all a game, they said. No one would be harmed, they said. She was barely out of college, having been behind in high school by two years. She'd wanted to celebrate, have a good time. Maybe lose her virginity. She'd met the group of girls at an underground pub, and together they'd lured the poor god-loving young man to this abandoned building. She had had no idea what their true intentions were. They'd held her over an altar with a pentagram drawn in blood. The young man had been strapped to the altar, and they'd gashed her wrists open over his body.<br/><br/>The chanting came soon after. The women were all dressed in black, hooded, their faces were covered in shadow. Danielle had crouched on the floor, her deep dark green eyes wide in terror. Her wrists were still bleeding, making her lightheaded. The lights flickered in the room, and darkness seemed to creep from the shadows. There were groans and sounds that didn't even seem to come from this world. Her flight or fight instinct kicked in, frightened like a startled rabbit. She bolted, trying to make to the exit, when two burly women stopped her.<br/><br/>"You're not going anywhere, virgin. You're the sacrifice we need," one of them said. Hooded, with how eerie the place was and how panicked she felt, she couldn't discern who was who.<br/><br/>"I'm not a virgin! I k-know I said I was but I'm not!" She hissed when the women dug her hands into her bleeding wrists.<br/><br/>"I'll let you in on a little secret," one of them purred in her ear, then licked the blood off their hand. "I can taste it." Then they picked her up and dragged her down the hall to some room. They told her when the ritual was complete they would sacrifice her to appease their God.<br/><br/>Danielle had to rip off pieces of her shirt to bind her wrists, cold and quivering in the damp room. There were screams. Such terrible screams, and they seemed to go on forever. She couldn't even sleep from how terrifying it all sounded to her. What was going on? When the sounds eventually stopped, Danielle could hear her own heart pounding it was so quiet. She pushed a lock of red hair out of her face and tested the door; she'd been in such shock that she hadn't even tried to escape, knowing there were burly women out there that would stop her.<br/><br/>But the door was unlocked, and when she poked her head out of the room, there was no one there. Shivering from the cold, she hugged herself as she crept down the door, almost too frightened to look back in that awful room. When she opened the door into the room, she gasped at the sight.