by Sephera Giron
Poor Alex. She thought she would have some fun, take a chance, maybe fool around a little. Instead she’s lying dead in her own blood, cut open like a slaughtered animal. But the worst is still to come. Her tender young flesh will soon be used in an unspeakable act, an unholy ritual that few sane people could even believe. Alex was not the first, nor will she be the last.