With several of the men armed with guns, I knew that all I'd be able to do is watch and pray. The men first questioned her, and she quickly told them everything, sending a few men back into the passages to look for me. After that, they went ahead and answered all of my questions.
Taking one of the small bags from the pile, they carried her over to the altar, holding her to it with four men. They stripped her roughly, tearing open her shirt and pants. She struggled as the oldest of the men, probably no older than thirty, carefully poured the contents of the bag into a bowl of water. As he did, he held some sort of white bell, that rang a sound that felt hollow and uneasy. He then held the bowl over her, as the other men quieted down. With a ceremonious shout, he began to slowly pour the liquid over her.
The second it touched her, she jerked upwards, requiring all four men to keep her down. She continued to convulse as the thick liquid poured over her. This continued for five or so minutes, before the oldest man doused her with a pale of water.
The men backed away, leaving her exposed and shuddering upon the altar. The oldest man, once again gave a shout, however this time it was a command. "Sit!"
Her head jerked. Xiomara moved awkwardly, causing many of the men to laugh. After the initial strangeness, she slowly seemed to gain control of herself, and then sat on the edge of the altar. Another shouted command. "Dance! Dance for the Devil!"
As if she were in a night club, she began to move her body to some phantom music. The men lost control of themselves, and what followed could be described as rape. However, Xiomara seemed only more than willing, incoherently screaming in unmasked pleasure while performing whatever was suggested to her.