Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

The child sits chained in the middle of the room,

crowd around and take your turn,

cut the child,

let him bleed,

bathe in his blood,

wash in his seed,

drench your needs,

be cursed and forgiven,

be empty then compete,

sacrifice a child without sin,

and repeat forever again,

for there is no escape,

without a sacrifice,

an elixir of forever,

blessed in a sea of red…