A half-hour unmarked-van ride later, Joe was rudely kicked out of the back floorboard and tumbled face first into a field full of grass. He thought could smell manure around him. His blindfold was yanked off, and he could see he was in a fenced pasture. There weren't any cattle close by at the moment however.
"Where the fuck am I?!" he called out loud. He looked down at his wrists expecting to see ropes or handcuffs but ... there was nothing there? A cloaked woman snapped her fingers and he could move his arms again.
"Welcome to our coven's secondary cattle pasture in the northeast outskirts of Blairtown, Joe. You see, we don't need humans with your loose morals living near us, but we do need someone to practice our powers on, and we can always use another sire for our yearly calves."
"Wait, coven? Powers?! You freaks think you're witches, don't you! I knew you were crazy. Let me go and I'll give you some of my weed..."
"We've got enough weeds in our gardens, but probably not your kind. Welcome to your new home, Joe. Now let's get you ready to live here."
Joe tried to ran away but he bounced off something invisible that flashed green faintly when he impacted it. He could have sworn it was like a sci-fi force field from one of his TV shows. How was he being trapped here? Surely it wasn't real witchcraft, right?
It was then that he noticed cloaked the figures were standing around him in a wide circle. Only the one who had been speaking for them was not part of the circle. They began walking around him slowly, keeping formation, hoods pulled over their heads. Both the males and females were chanting in a language he didn't understand. He felt a strange feeling bubbling within him, different from any sort of drunkenness or high he'd experienced. He found himself twitching occasionally, seeing that forcefield flash occasionally. And in his mind he kept seeing images of bulls.