By the time Sylvia regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room with nothing but torches to light up the room. She tried to move but couldn't. Her hands and legs were bound and she was laid on an altar.
What altar? What was going on?
"The offering has woken up!" Someone announced and the group of witches whom had abducted her, surrounded the altar.
"The appointed time is upon us." Their leader announced. They all raised their hands and started chanting.
"You have to let me go!" Sylvia yelled but they simply ignored her and kept chanting. 'What do I do? They're crazy!' She thought as her eyes darted from one witch to another. How was she going to escape?
"And now, we bring onto our lord, this sweet offering." Their leader said and four witches stepped out. They stood before the altar, before Sylvia and slit their throats, spewing their blood all over Sylvia and the altar and finally dropped to their deaths.
