A Visit...

Sam jumped as the men took hold of him and Bound him, he heard them whispering in a strange language as he attempted to kick and escape from them, Sam panic harshly kicking and thrashing, after one of them had bound his legs they all moved away leaving him tied up on the ground, as they stand in a circle around him, Sam did his best not to panic; trying his hardest to at least count how many there was.

He counted... 1,2,3,4,5 and 6 All in large Bright Red robes and wearing large Demonic Masks half-covered by their hoods, they seemed to finish their incantation standing idly for a moment, "What do you want?" he asked barely containing his emotion, they merely ignored him as he watched one of them draw a very large decorated Knife, "NO NO NO STOP GET AWAY FROM ME!" the man gestured for the other men to hold Sam down as he approached, Sam tried to get away but there was too many, they held him down as the one brandishing a Knife knelt down to Sam's level.

"Don't hurt me please!" he begged as the man reached down to his sleeve. the Cultist cut open his sleeve, Sam whimpered as the man gently pressed the blade to his skin making a small slice of his flesh. Sam exhaled as the pain was not as bad as he thought it would be, the Cultist took out a Vial and took some of his blood in the Vial.

"We have our take for today, let us leave the Prince alone..." Prince? he thought as the men all retreated back towards the Elevator, "Wait, stop, Tell me what you want!" they all assembled in the elevator and just as the Knifeman went to press the button, an idea shot through his mind, "...As the Son of the Devil, I command you to stop!" his hand was barely centimetres from the button as he stopped and looked to Sam in acknowledgement, unsure of what to say next Sam felt the uncomfortable strain of the Rope they tied him up in.

"Untie me..." the Knifeman approached slowly brandishing his Knife again, he slowly cut the Robe allowing Sam to stand free, "Okay Now..." the man thrust forward pushing him against the wall with the Knife to his throat "that is the last Command you give me Boy, you may be our Lord's Son but all we require is your Blood, now you can give it willingly or we will take it from you and not so gently next time..." Sam stayed silent and still, the Cultist smashed him in the face knocking him out cold.