Hypogean Gaol.

Maledictus......
Jessica became aware, slowly, of cold stone beneath her face. The haunting voices rang out around her as if from a great distance, chilling her bones.
Donum libas.....
Her eyes fluttered open. Her vision was blurry, and the guttering of far away torches burned her vision despite their weak and fitful light. She cried out in pain. The Snatcher's bag had bruised her body, and her mind had blocked out the experience of being inside the fetid sack. Her clothes were covered in stains of various kinds: blood, semen, and a kind of ichor she did not want to think about.
Inficimur
Her joints didn't want to work, and as her eyes adjusted, she realized that floor to ceiling bars formed a gaol cell around her, stretching off into the darkness above.
Maledictus bestia....
Jessica began to shiver. "I'm trapped. I'm in the hunt now." She tried not to weep. She was not a hunter or a beast, and she did not know how she could survive the hunt.
Maledictus...
Footsteps echoed in the jail around her. She shied back against the bars as a shadowy figure appeared at the far end. The rattling of a chain was loud and she whimpered as the door creaked open.
SANGUINE!!!!