Brother Gilbert hummed to himself as he looked over the basket full of medicine the infirmarer had given him. This month the abbot had assigned him to go into the village and give the villagers their salves and tonics for their various ailments. He was quite excited and happy to do it. It would be the first time he had left the monastery since he was a novice two years ago. The monks the abbot deemed the most responsible, less vulnerable to temptation, and extremely competent with exorcisms were assigned to go into the village. Brother Gilbert wasn’t the best at exorcisms but there were other monks worse at them than he was. The abbot had deemed him worthy and that was all that mattered.
Brother Gilbert was sure of it.
They carried him back into the abbey on a stretcher. His clothes were torn and his body destroyed. He had been violated and castrated and violated again. His neck hurt from where It had gripped him around the throat and nearly crushed the life out of him as It inserted Itself inside his freshly made body. The bruises and gashes on his bloody neck screamed his humiliation.
Gilbert had been found by a villager. The villager had raised the hue and cry and everyone had seen him in his new state before the abbot and three monks managed to arrive and take him back home. Gilbert did not remember much of the aftermath. He remembered the curious and horrified human eyes. They were almost worse than the demonic ones.
God help him.