Cateline cried out, partly in protest, mostly in defeat. She tried to kick and fight, starting to sob as they starting tearing her clothing, exposing her.
Her attention was was shifted with the men's. The movement of the body, and seeing its face in the faint candle light produced a scream from her lips. Her breathing grew shallow and quick, her body started to shaking in panic. What ever this was, it wasn't human. Or, it was? After taking her blood with its tongue, Cateline watched it morph into.. A man..? Her confusion was over powered by her fear. She continued to try and pull from the men, no longer concerned with the men who held her down. She muttered prayers. This 'man' was something from the horror stories that her mother would tell her. Stories of demons, the devil, things to keep her behaved, and chaste, or so she thought..