I found you
“Disrobe her sisters.” Father Blackwood commands. Both Hilda and Zelda come forward to unzip Sabrina’s dress while she slips off her flats, leaving her barefoot and in a white nightgown that hung to her body.
Cold licked at her face and crept under her clothes, spreading across her skin like the lacy tide on a frigid winter beach. With purple lips tinged with blue and gently chattering teeth, she wrapped her arms around her tighter. She could feel the hairs on her arm raised and the bite of the wind had left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on her arms, but its bite was more than flesh deep. When her bare feet had touched the soil, her toes were bathed in the newly bequeathed rain. She hears the way it gurgles, bubbling, not at all soothing in its coolness.
“We are gathered here together, in these woods, in the presence of our Dark Lord, with all the souls the living and the dead, of our coven: The Most Unholy Church of Night. Kneel, child.” Sabrina does as she is told and kneels. She shakes harder and watches Father Blackwood dips his thumb in a bowl of blood and approaches her.
“Our Dark Lord teaches us, there is no law beyond. Do what thou wilt. Our Dark Lord asks: Would you like to be happy, child, to be free? Free to love and to hate? To be what nature meant you to be, true to her laws and yourself only?”
“Yes, Father.” She answers without hesitation.
“Do you believe in Lucifer, the archangel, who preferred the loss of Heaven to that of his pride?”
“Yes, Father.”
“In exchange for this belief, you shall be granted powers that will enable you to be of service to the Dark Lord. Sabrina Edwina Diana Spellman, are you willing to forsake the Path of Light for the Path of Night, wherever it may lead you?”
“I am.”
“And are you willing to place our Dark Lord above all others in your life, be it your loved ones, your family, your friends, your neighbors?” Father Blackwood continues.
“I...am” This time she hesitates.
“Then it is time to sign His Book.” Father Blackwood holds out a hand and Sabrina takes it using it to rise up from her kneeling position. He leads her to the book and slices her palm. A drop of blood lands in the Book.
“In signing his book, The Book of the Beast, you swear to obey any order you may receive from the Dark Lord, or from any figure he has placed in authority over you.”
Her eyebrows furrow inc confusion, “That’s not what you said before?”
Ignored, “In signing his book, the Book of the Beast, you swear to give your mind, body, and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of the designs of our Lord Satan.”
She doesn't answer, her mind fogging over as numerous flashback hit her hard.
‘You will remember! …you can't run away from me anymore’
The moment she hears those awful familiar words, She’s hit with a burning sensation. Clenching her eyes tightly shut as she wrenched herself away from Father Blackwoods hand. The gasps she heard went ignored.
“ -abin” “
Sab-”
“Sabrina!”
She answers the calls with a whimper as she feels the burning sensation carried down her throat, making her grab her neck in pain and drops to the ground. She suddenly feels hands around her form. After getting past her throat the burning gathered in her stomach, and for a moment Sabrina was scared.
Once it hand-gathered in her stomach there was a moment where it just sat there, burning her from the inside out as she clenched her teeth to muffle the screams. She had managed to grab onto something as the burning started to spread through her body. Feeling the way it traveled to her arms then her legs to hands then her feet.
Without meaning to her body curls into something fetal, something primeval and all the while the pain burns and radiates. The pain is increasing in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. The scream tore through me like a great shard of glass. Soon reducing her into a garbling mess.
While twisting in the pair of arms, her vision went dark, she couldn't see. Then the sound of snapping hit her ears followed by even more intense pain as she broke and reformed, only to repeat the process over and over. Crying she buries herself into her only sense of comfort.
She doesn't hear the frantic calls of her aunts nor does she feel the way she's being carried. All she could hear was the voice singing praises about how proud it was.
‘Just a little more, Just a little more. You're doing so well. So very well, little well. Just a little more.’ The pain takes over a portion of her brain as if dealing with it is energy expenditure enough, without the effort of new thoughts.
Suddenly a new wave of pain suddenly washed over her; it was exquisite, and debilitating even for most experienced of fighters. For her, it was the worst burning sensation she had ever felt, even worse than actually being burned. Adrenaline had masked the sensation for at least a little while, but now it was biting. Sabrina began to fight it.
Sabrina's throat gurgled as she struggled to breathe, spitting blood. Her body was shaking and she was sweating even more. Slowly breathing hard she dragged her hands that had somehow fallen and clung for dear life. Hands clutching tighter as an electric shock from the wound went through her body and then caught fire. The pain was merciless without escape.
For a second she felt too weak to continue, her head fell onto to something and her eyes flickered. Eventually, the pain settled into a sort of sharp throbbing that kept time with Sabrina’s heart, like someone was poking both repeatedly with a burning stick.
The feeling inside her curled up and began to swell, growing larger and larger more rapidly than Sabrina could track. It spread through her body, withering and twisting like some sort of dance. She felt it all. The way it buried its way into her muscles, veins, then her very bones. Too much to handle all at once, her mind sucked herself into a deeper place to cope.