Hands grabbed at her body, tearing her clothes, scratching her flesh. Her sobs became choked, death was around her.

She closed her eyes to the horrors around her, but her other senses were heightened by her fear. Even with her eyes closed she could see the three figures coming for her.
The torn bloody hospital gowns they wore, the cold, clammy rotting flesh. Worse, the white unseeing eyes that took in too much detail.

Nothing she could do would stop them, they were stone cold emotionally to her pleas.

Voices, so many voices echoing around her with the hands that were neverending. Voices, neither male nor female but both. Voices that told her in harsh whispers her fate.

"Sacrifice"

"Blood feast"

"Plaything"

Her sobs had ceased now, fear had numbed her emotions, all she could do was issue croaked gasps of air. Huddling against the carnage beneath her she tried to escape the hands. It would not be much longer.

The whispers suddenly ceased. A new voice, louder than the rest echoed two words.

"No! Enough!"

What new torture was this???