Then Marco woke up from her dream as she quickly rose to her feet. But something was wrong as she had her hands chained behind her back and was wearing a muzzle. She then saw Father Raphael and the man in a trench coat with a few others armed with AR 15 rifles.

So this is how I’m going to go out… Marco dreaded.

“Finally, you’re awake. Now we could play this little game,” Father Raphael said with a sinister smile.

“Bastard!” Marco tried to lunge after him, but she was chained up and couldn’t move forward.

The guards cowardly raised their guns as they thought she would break them.

“Weapons down! She’s only human…” Bain reassured.

Father Raphael cleared his throat as he tried to explain the situation, “You see, little girl, they weren’t expecting to have company over. To be honest with you, we thought she was alone that night.”

“Murderers!” Marco growled.

Father Raphael laughed at her pain, “murderers? The last time I checked, these supposed dark creatures give themselves to the devil long before they even reach hell. What we have done was set herself free--”

“My Lord?” Another armed guard came into the house, interrupting Father Raphael.

Of course, Father Raphael was peeved by this intrusion, “can’t you see I am doing my best work here? What is it?” The armed guard whispered into his ear. “So she is alive…”

Hearing such help about her friend surviving that assault, she tried to edge closer to Father Raphael, “What? What are you is alive?”

“You keep your distance!” Bain threatens.

“Fuck you!” Marco being defiant.

Bain was about to approach Marco, but Father Raphael stops him, “wait! This is now interesting…” Father Raphael pushed Bain aside as he walked towards Marco in a flirtatious manner, “in the hailstorm of bullets and fire, what anybody would survive that is anyone’s guess. But I can take a guess--”

“She is not an Umbra Witch; you damn sissy!” Marco interrupted.

Father Raphael scowls at Marco. Taking a couple of steps back, he extended his arm at Marco and clenched his fist, emanating a white fireball in his hand.

“I dare you to say that again!” Father Raphael shouted.

Marco scoffed at the idea, “sweetie, unlike Lord Caliber, it was a compliment. And to be honest, you are my type.” Even though they can see her smile, she did wink at Father Raphael.

However, Father Raphael found it appalling while he lowered his hand, dissipating the fireball, “as I would ever go through that disgusting hole. I would rather have a pure woman who is one with God. Than someone who delves into the muck, becoming the devil’s concubine.”

“Don’t knock it if you try it, Ralphie!” Marco flirted.

Father Raphael just looked at her with such disdain he can burn a hole through Marco’s head, “set it up. Now!”

Bain walked over to Marco and placed a body camera on Marco’s chest.

“The harness we strapped on you will hold this body camera, and Bain has the only key,” Father Raphael explains. “With that camera, we will be able to monitor your every move. We want to see your reactions in real-time.” He said with a smirk.

“What? Am I being hunted by you sick cunts?” Marco suggested.

“Not by us, I’m afraid. But what is outside these doors.” Father Raphael corrected. “I heard that this entire area is brimming with dark energy so much that it affects wild animals. Foxes, wolves, and other predators. Most even believe that spirits take human flesh at night. And that is why you’re here. I want to see it for myself. And see how you survived this.”

“Want to do yourself a favor and act like a real man for once…?” Marco insulted.

But Father Raphael wasn’t even angry as he smiled, “all jokes aside, at least I’m going to be walking out of here. And unlike you, sweetie, you only will last the night because I’m giving you eight hours, between sunset and first light, to make it out of this area alive. And if you don’t do it in time, I’ll visit the nearest hospital, kill your lesbian friend and drown that newborn baby myself. That seems fair enough of a wager…”

Realizing the severity of the situation, Marco didn’t have a smart remark.

Bain even smiled at this, “now she’s nice and quiet… We are live, by the way…”

“Good, let me see!” Father Raphael leans over to see Maine’s smartphone as they can see their selves in the shot. “Nice! Okay, let’s get out of here.”

With those parting words, Father Raphael and his crew left the dilapidated house. Now all alone and helpless. Silence has deftly crept into the house. She took the time to look around to see pretty much nothing. Everything was bare and broken down. It looked like it survived a fire, but she wasn’t so sure. The house itself smells like old cherry oak wood, something common for a house of the size.

Marco couldn’t turn around since her binds were tight. She wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. If only she could—