Possessed by a Demon

You stir with a groan and open up your eyes, only to close them again as a searing pain stabs you in the eye. Wondering what you did last night, you try to sit up only to find that you can’t. Something hard and unyielding is holding your wrist above your head. Awareness floods you as you realize that whatever the hard surface your laying on is, it’s definitely not your mattress. You thrash against your bonds as fear jolts you awake, only to fall back with a groan as the movement sends more pain racing through your skull.
“It is awake!” Someone nearby shouted, much to enthusiastically for your fragile skull. You cautiously open your eyes and nearly crack your head open when you recoil from the sight you see. A woman’s face, intricately painted with bright red patterns, looms over you. The face turns and she shouts again. “Inform the master that the vessel has woken!”
Shouts filled the room and then someone started beating on a drum, which did not help your aching head. The beat of the drums grows louder and louder, gathering speed and then mercifully they stop. A cloaked figure stands above you and you can feel the intensity of the gaze coming from beneath the hood. Then the figure threw back its hood and all you can do is stare. The man, you think it was a man, was clearly into body modification. His ears were pointed, his teeth sharpened and his tongue forked. And unlike everyone else you could see his face paint was tattooed on. He raised his hands and addressed the room, “The vessel has woken.” Cheers answered his statement, “Our wait is over! Tonight the divine shall fill the vessel and grace us with its presence.” The cheers grew louder. That’s when it hit you. You had been kidnapped by a cult and they were going to sacrifice you to their god. You supposed that this was the point where you were supposed to start screaming and thrashing, but honestly you were too scared to breathe.
With a gesture the leader silenced the room. “Prepare the vessel.” The drumming began again as four men stepped forward. They were all big, bodybuilder types but you barely noticed as you focus zeroed in on the knife and scissors two of them was holding. That’s when you started to thrash against the bonds holding you down. The two that were empty handed moved forward and pinned you down easily. The others quickly and efficiently cut away you pants and underwear.