บท 10: Chapter Ten

cloaked figure closest to her raises a hand. He has been the one who has been doing all the talking. Isabelle is already thinking of him as the leader of the group.

“Not yet, Isabelle. There is something we must do first.”

Suddenly the chanting starts and the whole situation scares Isabelle even more. She is in the middle of some kind of satanic ceremony. She should have known from the blood on her forehead but, up until now, the thought hasn’t even crossed her mind. The talk of sacrifice didn’t even lead her to this conclusion.

She is very surprised to feel the blood dry and solidify on her forehead. It is a warm sensation at first and she has to admit that it is quite pleasant. She is glad that she can no longer feel the blood; she had wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. It had been like having an itch under a plaster when you have broken your arm. It was there and there was nothing that you could do about it.