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screaming, to the bottom of a deep, rocky cliff.
    And that would only be the beginning of how they would suffer.
    “You aren’t going to get away with this,” she promised in a loud, surprisingly powerful voice.
    Their chanting had stopped again as they waited for their leader, and she glared at the three men, ignoring the way their long daggers glinted in the firelight, taunting her with the promise of excruciating torment. “Each one of you is going to pay for what you’ve done here in unspeakably terrible ways. Ways you can’t possibly imagine.” She hoped she sounded brave. If these were going to be her last words, she wanted them to be burned into their brains, to act as a curse on their souls.
    Just then, as if to add credence to her prediction, she heard something echo from the woods.
    The wolves.
    No lonely howl this time, but a menacing growl that was joined by another. And another. And they were close.
    So engrossed in their evil ritual, the others didn’t seem to notice, but Lucy did.
    After all that had happened, Lucy felt as if she could call to them, the wolves, and that they would actually answer her. She even imagined that the wolf she’d seen and heard back on the road—a lifetime ago—had followed her to this glade to help deliver her wrath upon these…monsters.
    “Lucy?” A small, hoarse female voice.
    Oh no. She knew that voice. “ Aileen ?”
    Three.
    The leader had called Lucy the third. Turning her head to the other side, she finally saw the last stone slab.
    “Oh, Lucy,” Aileen sobbed. “Lucy, I’m so sorry. They came for me and they…they tied up my brother, chopped both his hands off right in front of me and stuffed them in a bag. They said they needed them for their ritual, but that wasn’t all. Then they killed him. God, Lucy, the things they did to him.” She was babbling, as if she had to get it all out or explode. “They took his tongue so he’d stop screaming but the sounds he made then were worse…and then they popped out his eyes like they were stuffing their thumbs into ripe plums. I begged and cried, but they had me tied up in the corner and just kept going, cutting and stabbing and taking pieces off him, like they were having fun with it. Like it was all a game . And then…and then you called and they realized you were on your way. They drugged me with something and I couldn’t… Oh God. Lucy, if I’d known…”
    “Aileen!” Lucy was frantic. The chanting had started again. She looked over to see the priests’ leader walking toward her. Black splotches covered his skin from head to toe in a thick spray pattern. Her gorge rose as she saw that it was the other girl’s blood.
    He stood at her side now, gazing down at her nakedness with a depraved leer. She choked on a sob, realizing there would have been some mercy in being the first to go. It was way worse to have survived a little while longer, because now Lucy knew very well what they were going to do to her. Her brutal defilement and murder was already playing out in her mind. By the time it actually happened, it would be like going through that horror twice.
    As if from a long way off, Lucy thought she could hear Aileen screaming her name, but the thunderous boom of her racing heartbeat drowned it out as the bloody, naked priest climbed up onto her stone altar. He didn’t have to take his cock in hand this time. The engorged staff stood straight out from his lean body as he called to his demon lord and offered up the next sacrifice.
    Her.
    “Lord Famora. Again we ask that you accept our sacrifice and grant us your rewards.” His voice was shrill and the words came faster now, as if he was riding a high—a high scored from the stench of blood and death, and the rush of power.
    Lucy’s eyes were dry now. She had no more tears to shed, at least not for herself. No more fear, either. She felt surprisingly calm, even as she sensed the movement of something just outside her field of vision.
    Her gaze