"Whether you want to or not you're coming with us."<br/><br/>That was the last thing he remembered hearing. Although he lapsed into and out of consciousness, everything was mostly a blur after that point. He remembered nodding when one of the women asked if they did this to him, but everything felt like a dream and Sebastian couldn't help but feel like he was on death's door. With the help of the two women holding him, he was able to make small movements to aid in his own transportation, but it wasn't really anything he consciously chose. Nightmarish dreams plagued his mind, but he heard the voices of the women who were by his side before he blacked out, along with a few others. They were in the background having a muffled conversation that was completely unintelligible to him in his current state, but it was little more than aperture to the hellscape going on in his mind. Whatever that demon did to him, he'd never experienced nightmares like this in his entire life.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, you will be fine with me."<br/><br/>At some point while he was lapsing, he heard those words and they reverberated in his mind. It created a soothing echolalia in his mind that was almost a counter-balance to the visions racing through his mind. The young man's mind was haunted by gnarled faces, gory torture, and thousands of women being burnt at stakes while figures were laughing that he never met but somehow recognized as being familiar. A recurring image was his father's twisted grin overlaying the disturbing images over and over again. Over time though, the imagery grew dimmer and the voice telling him that he would be okay grew louder. The shift continued until he was sleeping with no imagery in his mind at all.<br/><br/>The next thing he could consciously remember was waking up naked on a bed-table with his legs spread and a murky image of an old woman standing over him. He could feel the woman's hand between his legs, applying some kind of salve to his genitals. It was impossible to tell how long he had that agonizing erection, but it seemed like it was subsiding. His first conscious reaction was to freak out and pull away, but his body felt completely immobile during that time. Worst yet, he had no idea what had happened in the time he had been out. But the woman seemed to be nurturing him rather than hurting him, and when he heard her speak, he recognized her voice was the one from his dreams telling him he would be okay.<br/><br/>After blacking out once more, he awoke with his clothes on on the same bed-table, unsure once again about how much time had passed. But time, he was able to move. Sebastian was nowhere near recovered from that harrowing experience, but he was no longer dealing with the pain and he seemed stable. When he looked around, a few faces jumped out at him as familiar. His eyes gravitated toward Chrystabel though as he rubbed his face and couldn't help but ask the obvious question.<br/><br/>"What... the hell is going on?"