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thee worship.’
    I screamed and writhed—the union of our mismatched genitals was a savage and implacable—and I was delirious with pain and terror.
I begged for mercy, and I shouted the name of Jesus—the love child of Jehovah—but the devil only laughed.
    ‘We will have a baby,’ he hissed. ‘Between puberty and death—there is birth.’
    Worse Than A Nightmare
I awoke from the nightmarish hallucination shrieking. The reality in which I found myself, however, was equally horrifying.
    I was lying face down in the dirt—my mouth filled with mud. Oddly, my lips were covered with a black, fungus-like incrustation.
    A poisonous foam—some kind of odious-smelling ointment— covered my entire body. The vile substance, which had a harsh, acidic feel, had vaporized all my hair and had given my skin a jaundiced look. The freakish changes, I would later learn, would be permanent.
    I struggled to raise myself, but I stumbled. Everywhere, the mud was slippery with blood and vomit, the liquids of death.
    I fumbled in the darkness for the dagger—Maddalena’s black-handled athame—but I could not find it. The weapon seemed to have disappeared.
    ‘Help us!’ I cried, to any power that could hear me. ‘Help us! Help us!’
I wanted to run—I wanted to run anywhere—but I could not move. Something was holding me from behind—something with a vice-like grip—something with clawlike hands. ‘Help us!’ I shrieked. ‘Help us!’
    I felt spasms of pain in my lower body, and I felt something evil—something utterly obscene—deep inside of me. Immense in size, it seemed to be moving.
    The violent intrusion—whatever it was—was caused by something that was hard and cold to the touch. It made me feel unclean—dirty—polluted.
    Screaming again, I cried out to my friend. Alone and afraid, I felt small, helpless, and powerless.
    The Terrible Crime
I heard a sickening sound off to my right—a sound that resembled the crushing of a crustacean’s exoskeleton—and I managed to look in the direction of the noise.
    To my horror, something was happening to Maddalena.
    I cried out to my friend, but she did not answer. I heard strange communications in my head—moaning, groaning, shrieking and blaspheming in a Babel of languages—but Maddalena was silent. At the time, I assumed she was mute with fear.
    I could not see my friend—the two monsters standing over her were blocking my view—but I knew something terrible was occurring.
    ‘Maddalena!’ I shouted. ‘Maddalena!’
With detached ruthlessness, the monsters with her seemed to be committing an atrocity in a calm and methodical fashion.
    I cried out—a wild, maniacal scream—and it was then that I managed to catch a glimpse of my friend’s lower body. Her legs—wet with gore—were flailing in some sort of epileptoid seizure. In some areas, the flesh had been pulled completely from the bone.
    ‘Maddalena!’ I cried. ‘Maddalena!’
    Reacting to my shriek, one of the beasts stood erect and looked back at me. It smiled—a twisted, slightly reptilian smirk—and I could see fat, blood, and shards of bone in its teeth. The fragments were unequivocally human.
    ‘Death is inevitable and sometimes abrupt,’ hissed a snide voice in my head. ‘That is the way of nature.’
    What I Saw And Felt Behind Me
Fully expecting to die—thinking I also would be eaten alive—I forced myself to look behind me. Like Orpheus— like Lot’s wife—I directed my eyes toward the forbidden.
    It was then that I saw another horrible truth.
Sick with desire—aroused by his own raw, elemental sadism—the monster had forced his huge penis into me.
    I convulsed with disgust and agony—I could see his icy, tumescent organ glistening with my blood—but my repugnance seemed only to fuel his ecstasy.
His thrusting quickened—his penetration became more furious—and I felt a powerful shudder—an uncontrolled throbbing—deep inside my body.
    He made a wicked sound—something