Begging, tears flooding down her face she pleaded with them not to cast her into the pit. Her cries went unnoticed.

Those who dwelt here had long since lost their capacity for mercy, their hearts had long since been devoured and their souls corrupted. The cries and pleas of one young girl did not touch them.

Voices came, from the 3 figures, from the very air.

'A young woman, another to join us in our damnation'

'A victim, a sacrifice, like those of us before'

'A stray, a helpless, pitiful specimen'

'A weak fleshed human like those left by the killers'

Hands grabbed at her, more than just the 6 of the 3 figures around her. So many more. She was lifted in the air and then cast into the pit.

She landed hard on the decaying ground surrounded by rotting flesh, flies and blood.

Vomit rose in her throat, bile stung, grunts of breath flew from her lips as she emptied her stomach onto the ground.

Figures appeared in a circle around the pit.

'A sacrifice, a life for us, blood to spill to sustain us.'

Elinor screamed, helpless, terrified and alone....