BEE-OB-0611 Black Cult by Joseph de Winter (EB)

The only light in the room came from a pinpoint spot in the ceiling. The spot’s rose-tinted beam cut through the darkness like a cone-shaped funnel and illuminated the sacrificial table of Hollywood’s Satan Cult. The table top resembled an elaborate pie with strange symbols painted around the outer edge. One triangle of the table had been cut away like a slice chopped from the pie.

It was to this table that Christina Coleman found herself bound when she became conscious. When her eyes first flickered open and she found herself staring at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling, she thought she was still dreaming, caught in a nightmare from which she could not escape.