After what seemed like an eternity the phantom figures returned. She couldn't tell if anything had changed.

What was going to happen to her now? Was all lost?

One figure came close, her? Its? voice was hoarse and somehow sticky sounding.

"The Whiter has claimed soul blood. She may yet save you, decision is yours to make. Agree to our demands and your future may grow. Deny us and we feast on your pain."

This time hands did not take her, the figures kicked her from where she crouched on the floor, their kicks becoming harder as they moved her towards a doorway. Beyond was a pale amber light.

Whimpering in pain and fear she allowed herself to be kicked into the room beyond...