Kidnapped and Bound for Hell

by Philip R Benge

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  Christina saw Bourbon and the two women who had been with them since their kidnapping suddenly appear before her, but it all seemed as if she was in a crazy dream. She could see their lips moving but she couldn`t understand what was said. She struggled to sit up and look across at Cassie, but Cassie seemed to be asleep. Through the haze that was her mind, Christina suddenly remembered something, had she been given an injection. The scene floated lazily through her mind as she attempted to latch on to it, but at that moment, Bourbon pulled her violently from her bed; and with the help of the older woman, they walked her away from this end of the cellar. Christina turned her head to look back at Cassie, but she had disappeared into the haze that suddenly enveloped her. She noticed that she had been brought into a room full of statues. Oh how nice, Christina thought, she was being taken into a museum. Bourbon pushed her down onto the floor next to the altar and then he chained her to a ring that was fixed to it; it had been fitted for just such a use.

  Cassie was then carried through by Bourbon as she was still asleep, but she was laid on top of the altar, and then she was strapped down to prevent her from struggling against the horror that was ordained for her by Bourbon.

  Rochelle entered the satanic temple, nodded to Bourbon, and mouthed the words, all dead. Bourbon smiled, now the ceremony could go ahead without interruption.

  Midnight was fast approaching and the first members of the coven began to make their appearance. A fat Austrian banker walked in and smiled at Bourbon, and then he walked over to the altar to look down at the bride of Lucifer.

  “He should be very happy with this offering Ulysses, I would be.” He licked his lips as he thought of what he would like to do with the young girl before him, and then his eyes drifted down to look at Christina.

  “Do we have to kill her so soon Ulysses, surely we should be allowed to play with this one.” He looked across at Bourbon who smiled.

  “Sorry Johan but tonight they both belong to our Lord Lucifer.” Bourbon lamented as he took a moment to savour his revenge on the dead journalist John Ryman.

  Christina looked around her as the temple began to fill and she smiled, for she saw that there were so many happy people here with her.

  “Is it a party?” She tried to say but her words were slurred, and in any case, no one was paying her any attention, all their eyes were upon the bride.