The altar was stained a brownish red. The audience members in the balcony could see a pentagram on the floor made out of the same substance.
A stone archway stood behind the altar.
Pan flute music started to softly play from the speakers around the auditorium.
The cult members on stage began to softly chant.
Alex entered the auditorium into the second floor balcony. One of the benefits of working at the theatre was even in the dark he was able to find his seat.
A figure in a purple colored robed slowly made his way out to the middle of the stage. Half of his face was covered with a white stone mask. A large knife hung from his belt.
“Ladies and gentlemen welcome to tonight's show. You should feel very honored to be here. Very soon you will see things that will change your life! A few warnings before we proceed. If there is anyone who gets queasy at the sight of blood, they should leave now.”
Brian thought it was strange. Though the priest was on the very edge of the stage he couldn’t see his face. In fact, he couldn’t see any of the actor’s faces.
The priest figure gestured to the door and waited. No one moved.
“Very well then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Some members of the audience chuckled.
“I am the high priest of a very old cult that worships the great God, Dionysus. To keep favor with our God we must sacrifice a virgin every year. In the old days it was easy. In these modern times things have become a bit more complicated. That being said we’ve found some ways to adapt and spread our message.”
A female scream came from off stage.
The high priest smiled. “I see the first special guest of the evening has regained consciousness.”
Four cult members clad in dark green robes slowly walked on stage. Each member had a chain in their hands. The end of each chain was attached to a woman. Two chains led to shackles around her wrists. The other two led to shackles around her ankles.
Liz couldn’t believe what she saw on stage. Part of her wants to leave, but something made her stay. She felt like she was glued to her seat.
Gasps came from some members of the audience when they saw that the blonde woman was naked.
The volume of the music increases.
Some of the men in the audience started to get erection. Some women started to get damp.
The naked woman started to scream. “Please, will someone help me? Please, this isn’t an act. Someone please help!”
The high priest started to laugh. Addressing the audience. “Let’s give her a big hand. What an actress she is.” He started to clap.
The audience followed suit. Some of them even felt compelled to laugh.
Mary was impressed by the woman’s performance, but something made her feel uneasy. Something inside her told her she shouldn’t be watching this. The feeling went away when she focused on the music. It had a calming effect on her.
The green robed figures dragged the blonde woman to the altar.
The priest walked over to her.
She stared at him with tears in her eyes.
The priest smiled.
“Why are you doing this to me?” the woman wailed.
“For my god.” The priest smiled at her then turned to face the audience, “and because it’s fun, of course.”
The cult members proceeded to chain the woman to altar. The high priest moved out of the way of the audience.
The naked woman kept screaming. “Please, I have a family. I have two kids. Please, someone fucking help me.”
“Oh, will you please shut up.” The priest moved quickly over to the woman and hit the top of her head.
Her screaming stopped.
The priest looked up at the audience. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
The audience laughed.
The green colored cult members finished securing the unconscious, naked woman to the stone altar.
The high priest sauntered back to the front of the stage. He took a few moments to look out at the faces in the crowd.
The music washed over the audience. Relaxation and joyful emotion seeped into the crowd.
Stephen had never been happier in his entire life. The feel of pure euphoria washed over him. He couldn’t stop smiling.
The priest smiled. “Now comes the fun part, my friends.” His voice could be heard over the music.
The man in the center of the stage pulled the blade from its sheath on his waist. With two hands he held it up.
“This blade is a Kopis. It was used by Greek horse riders in battle. This blade