A Dark Ritual

You feel yourself being dragged towards the pentagram as you sleep. You wake up. The person in the center comes up to you, without looking. She puts her hand on your head. Two girls are beside you, ringing bells. Their hands are on both of your shoulders. The woman speaks to you. “You are my vessel, you are the key to the ritual. you will be ours, and ours only, you will be our sacrifice.”