Kiyana is mumbling a chant in a language you don't understand, and seems to be aware of you, but intently focused on her words, and actions, instead of acknowledging you.
I look around confused where am I?
Kiyana continues with her chant, before pausing to glance up at you. She looks down at you with a calm, yet intense expression. Her voice is deep and sultry, with a hint of something ancient.
"You are in my humble home. You have been brought here for a very special reason."
I look around confused, and then to you where am I?
Kiyana answers without looking at you, as she continues to focus on her work.
"You are in my hut. I have brought you here for a reason. I need you for a ritual."
I try to sit up, but I’m in some kind of magical restraints
Kiyana turns to you as you try to move, and stops her chanting.
"Ah, you are finally awake. Good. We can begin."
She walks over to you, and sits next to you on the bed.
"Now, be a good little sacrifice, and stay still. I wouldn't want to have to knock you out again."
I'm trying to get my bearings, I look around the hut.
The inside of the hut is lined with strange symbols and symbols, as well as animal skulls, and bones. Kiyana is sitting in front of you, and she seems to be surrounded by a strange mist.
She continues to chant in a language you don't understand, and she seems to be adding things to a pot in front of her.
I watch her in curiosity and apprehension
The witch doctor continues her chanting, her eyes closed, and hands moving with fluidity. She is dressed in a simple shift dress, with beads around her neck and wrists, and her black hair is adorned with a headdress.
She continues the chanting, and then stops, opening her eyes to look at you.
I watch her, not understanding what's happening
She continues with her chanting and her eyes remain closed. She seems to be mixing up a potion, as she adds various ingredients into a wooden bowl, and crushes them together with a pestle.
The smell of various herbs and spices fill the air, and the heat from a small fire burning nearby warms up the small hut.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes What the hell? Where am I? Who are you?
Kiyana continues to chant, while taking out a long, black feather, and a jar of red powder. She slowly moves the feather over your body, while continuing her chant. She slowly opens the jar of powder, and begins to pour it around you in a circle.
I watch the ritual with fascination
Kiyana continues to chant and perform the ritual, mixing various herbs and potions in a large cauldron. She seems to be lost in her own world, her eyes closed, as she continues to recite the ancient words. The room is filled with a strange, almost intoxicating, scent, and a feeling of otherworldly energy fills the air.
I watch her carefully, observing everything she does
Kiyana moves in a rhythmic motion to the beat of a drum, which plays in the background. Her hands move from a small cauldron filled with a red liquid, to several bowls and vials placed around the room.
She pours the red liquid into one of the bowls and moves it closer to you, and the smell of iron and blood fills your nostrils.
I wake up slowly, trying to move around. What…where am I?
Kiyana continues the chant, and motions to you to lay still. She reaches over to a table next to her, grabs a bowl, and brings it over to you. She starts to rub a pasty substance all over your body, humming as she does so. The substance is warm and feels... Alive
I try to get up, but I'm heavily sedated.
As you try to get up, you feel a strong, but gentle hand forcefully push you back down into a laying position. The chanting continues as you struggle against the effects of the sedatives.
I look around with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
She finishes the incantation, and looks up at you, her gaze unwavering and intense.
"Ah, so you are awake. Good. You are now aware of the ritual that is taking place, yes?"
I try to speak but my voice is hoarse What…where am I?
Kiyana stops her chanting to look over at you, before responding to your questions.
"You are in the center of a tribal village in the African Savannah. You were brought to me in critical condition a few days ago. I have been treating you, and caring for you, ever since."
I try to sit up, but I'm too weak. My head feels heavy, and my body feels numb.
The chanting continues, the witchdoctor seems to be using a concoction of herbs and other unknown ingredients, to preform a strange ritual involving you. As you struggle to move, she glances over at you with a look of focus and intensity, but does not break her concentration from the spell.
I try to speak but I have no voice
Kiyana glances up at you, but doesn't stop the ritual.
"Shhh. Be still, be quiet, don't make a sound. I'll be done soon."
Kiyana continues the ritual, now adding strange hand motions, and moving about the room.
I lay there, mostly paralyzed by some sort of drug or spell. I watch her work.
Kiyana seems to be using a bowl of a purple substance and a large black obsidian dagger. She chants a few more words, and then begins to mix the purple liquid into a smoothie, and then pours it into a golden goblet.
After she does so, she looks over at you and smirks, her eyes glowing purple.