Offers her to his men

“And as you have served others, so shall you serve my loyal servants.” The priest suddenly told Druuna, whose face was distorted with disbelief as she heard his words.
“What!? But…” She began to protest, but the priest cut him short.
“You!” He pointed at one of his leering men, “Come over here!”
Then he turned back towards Druuna.
“And you, slut, remove your clothes. You can keep your thong on, but the rest is to be handed over to my men.”

Realizing that she had no other choice at the moment, Druuna untied her cloak and gave it to the soldier, then slipped her top off her chest and handed it to him, and tugged her pants down over her shoes, lifted them up and tossed them to the soldier.
The three men gawked Druuna’s nubile body, whose only piece of clothing was now her thin red thong and her running shoes.
“Turn round and face the wall!” The priest ordered her, and Druuna did so, her round ass exposed to the soldiers’ lustful stares.
“You!” The priest said to the soldier who had by now placed Druuna’s clothes in a sack that was tied to his belt, “Tie her hands behind her back.”

The soldier stood directly behind Druuna, his crotch pressed against her ass, letting her feel his hardness through the fabric of his trousers, and tied her hands together.
Next, a noose was placed around Druuna’s throat, while the soldier grabbed the other end of the rope, effectively collaring Druuna.
Now, the group began to move, one soldier leading Druuna along by the rope while the other two walked behind her, the priest walking in the front.
“Sewer number 34 has been opened sir.” One of the soldiers said to the priest, “And the sick one has been prepared.”
“Good, once he has been removed, you can have your way with the female.” The priest replied.
Druuna heard what the priest said, and noticed how the soldiers looked at her with lusting gazes, already seeming to plan what they were to do to her.

The sick man was hanging from a thick pipe over a large, rectangular hole, which led into the sewers, a place filled with mutants and other horrors.
“Kneel and close your eyes, girl. This is not for you to see.” The priest ordered Druuna.
She could hear the sick man plead for his life, his voice distorted with pain, but the priest had no intentions of showing any mercy.
“Repent yourself man! Repent, before you submerge into hell!”

Two of the soldiers had now untied the noose that held the man hanging, and was lowering him into the pit, while the third one was aiming his gun at the man.
This meant that Druuna was unguarded at the moment, even though her hands were tied.
She could try to escape while they were pre-occupied with the sick man, but if she was caught she would probably suffer even more than if she did as she was told and let the soldiers ravage her.