Cathy tried to gather her wits. It was all happening so fast. Demons, sorcery, talk of angels. Unholy pleasure and sacred pain. She looked at her foot, looking as it usually had. Did that all really happen or had someone drugged her?
The change was sudden. The pungent odor of sex filled Cathy's nostrils. The floor was covered in a slick black ichor. Lisa was still fast asleep on the bed.
The door was ajar. Cathy could hear snarls and grunting from down the hall.