The Blood Sacrifice: A College Student's Deadly Ritual

It was the middle of the night, and all was quiet on the college campus. Kimberly sat in her dorm room, studying for her upcoming exams. She was failing one of her classes, and she knew she needed to get her grades up if she wanted to keep her scholarship.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Kimberly was startled, and for a moment she didn't know what to do. She wasn't expecting anyone, and she didn't know who it could be. She slowly got up from her desk and walked over to the door, peering through the peephole to see who it was.

To her surprise, she saw a group of men dressed in black robes, standing outside her door. She didn't know what to do, but she knew that she didn't want them to come into her room. She was terrified, and she didn't know what they were going to do to her.

Suddenly, one of the men knocked on the door, and Kimberly heard a deep, throaty voice say, "Kimberly, we know you're in there. We can see you through the window. We're here to help you."

Kimberly was hesitant, but she slowly opened the door. The men flooded into her room, and Kimberly was shocked by what she saw. The men were all holding knives, and Kimberly knew that they were going to kill her.

The men closed the door to her room, and Kimberly backed away until she was pressed against the wall. She tried to scream, but the men covered her mouth with their hands. She knew that she was going to die, and she was filled with terror.

One of the men slowly approached her, and Kimberly tried to fight him off, but she was no match for him. He grabbed her arm, and before she knew what was happening, he had sliced her wrist with his knife. Kimberly felt the blood gushing from her wound, and she knew that she was going to die.

The man held her wrist up to her mouth, and Kimberly knew that she was supposed to drink the blood. She had heard about this ritual before, and she knew that it was the blood of the innocent that was supposed to be drunk. She didn't want to do it, but she knew that she had no choice.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and the man poured the blood into her mouth. It tasted disgusting, and Kimberly felt like she was going to vomit. But she knew that she had to drink it all, or she would die.

The man then took a knife and cut into her flesh, slicing her open so that the blood would gush out more freely. Kimberly was in agony, and she knew that she was going to die. But she didn't want to give up. She still had to try to fight off her attackers.

One of the men came closer to her, and Kimberly tried to kick him, but she was too weak. He grabbed her leg and plunged his knife into her flesh, cutting her open. Kimberly screamed out in pain, and the man laughed.

The man then took a bottle and poured the oil inside of it over Kimberly's body. Kimberly knew what he was going to do, and she tried to fight him off, but it was too late. The man had already set her on fire, and she felt the flames spreading through her body.

She was screaming in pain, and she knew that she was going to die. The pain was too much, and she didn't think that she could take it anymore. But she had to keep fighting. She had to try to survive.

The men continued to stab her and pour oil on her, and Kimberly felt herself slipping away. She knew that she was going to die, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it. She was filled with despair and terror, and she knew that she would never forget this night.

The men finally stopped stabbing her, and Kimberly lay there, motionless and dying. She could see the flames spreading through her room, and she knew that she was going to burn to death. She was in agony, and she wanted it to end.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Kimberly died. The flames continued to rage through her room, and her body was burned beyond recognition. Her screams still echoed in her mind, and she knew that she would never forget this night.