Satan. A brilliantly beautiful virgin.
Like an insect trapped in his cobweb of seduction, she can’t crawl away from exorcism.
Not when she has surrendered her heart, body, and mind to the Supreme Cambion.
Not when her wrists and ankles are bound on the onyx altar, shamelessly naked, spread-eagle for the coven to witness.
She squirmed under the dark shadow of his possession, dreading the release from the forbidden breath of debauchery that had consumed her innocent soul.
Wanton cries of carnal delight echoed in the covenstead, muting her shrill cries of pain in the pits of hell for eons.
