conviction and I was hoping I might be able
to leave. But when I least expected it, one of
the truly nasty Satanists grabbed me from
behind and sat me down in a chair, blocking
my view of what was going on to the right of
me. In a moment, he moved away to reveal
that I was sitting next to the throne I'd seen
earlier, but it was now occupied by Satan
himself. Looking like a caricature of a big
time wrestler with gray colored skin, the
texture of sand, the bulging muscles in his
chest were overtly large, exaggerated and
frankly somewhat frightening.
Proportionately large, his head was
separated into two bulging sections like a
large brain with horns coming out of it.
Having no hair, his image held two large
black eyes.
Laughing hysterically in his own
unique evil way, the ogre didn't waste any
time in letting me know his purpose.
According to him, I was going to die in my
sleep tonight because I'd been chosen as the
sacrifice for this particular satanic black
mass. Surprised by his pronouncement, I
quickly regained my composure and began
to laugh right back at him.
"I'm not going to be the sacrifice
brent
(Brent)
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