Margie slumped between the crucifix and the Satanic Idol, panting and gasping, her magnificently naked body glistening with perspiration. David now beckoned to me to step forward, and he next addressed me directly. XXX It took some weeks before the session with The Satanic Cult was arranged. “No, no, it’s not lethal,” one of the men told him after he’d said something about Margie being killed. David then once more drifted into the strange mumbo-jumbo not unlike the words that Margaret had used when being electrified and tortured. And yet they stared cruelly into her own and seemed to be alive. The men supported Margie once again, and undid the straps attaching her to the cross, then two men, standing on small stools, lifted her up off the cock of Christ,
