On tonights menu was a young prom queen.
She laid on the ground with ropes all around her legs and arms.
The cult stood all around her and watched as she screamed and cried.
The cult loves when the girls cry out. They like the taste of tears. They also like it when they fight for there life.
The man in the dark suites go in for the first course. They rip open her stomach they rip out whatever fancy there hunger. A dark man grabs the heart and bits into it blood squirts every where.
“Mmm taste like shit.” The dark man said.
The girl dieing screams are covered up by the blood swirling in her throat.
One dark creature of the night went around to her arms. The arm crackled and cracked as it was ripped from her sockets.
“Who has first wish.” The man said.
They go and grab her legs and they wish for another meal as sweet and tender as she was. They cracked her legs and let the blood spew out some more.
They ate the whore all threw the night. They slept threw the day. And waited for another pray to come.