Oh Jesus, no!
They're both naked, Patterson and Reverend Samuel. The air in the room is crushingly, oppressively hot, Reverend Samuel is lighting candles while Pervert Patterson is holding me down. Flat on the table, I want to kick and bite and scream but have no strength, no will of my own.
Reverend Samuel stands at my side. He is chanting. Something glints in the candlelight.
Patterson releases his grip and stands on the other side of the table to Reverend Samuel.
I'm trying to shout but my tongue has turned into a dying toad in my mouth.