Servants of the Damned

The clandistened shadows descend upon me in the moonlight. I hear cackling laughter which sounds like a chorus of drunken witches growing as they encroach and encircle all around me.
No escape!
Figures in white appear like sinister spectors with goat heads for a mask.
As they drag me kicking and screaming in the trees. I notice a clearing and a bonfire. Chanting grows louder.
I am tied to a bloodstained alter. One of the servants of the damned produces a long immaculate dagger which he displays to his coven.
Another one produces an herb which is then rammed down my throat. My screams are stifled instantly I go numb. The chanting grows even louder.
The high priest then plunges the dagger into my chest yet I feel no pain. I can't move, I hear flesh tearing. And feel a strange presence inside my chest cavity as the priest dives his hand inside me.
Only moments pass until he displays my heart and the coven roars. How am I not dead? I think to myself. He then throws his mask to the gound and begins devouring it.
My vision grows black, I then hear hells chorus singing forever more. I am truly damned!