As the moon cast its silvery glow over the ancient forest, a curious gathering was taking place deep within the shadows. A circle of hooded figures stood in the clearing, their eyes gleaming with a wicked light as they chanted in unison, calling forth dark energies from the depths of the earth.
In the center of the circle, a young man knelt, his hands bound behind his back, his body trembling with both fear and anticipation. He was a faggot, an outcast among his people, deemed unworthy of their acceptance. But to the figures in the forest, he was something else entirely – a vessel for their twisted desires, a plaything to be used and discarded at their whim.
As the chanting reached a