Her conciousness just like a stone getting skipped.
Was surfacing for a moment, the next moment it dipped.
She struggles to get a grip, and slipping means an abusive fate.
But then, like a stone she drowns, drowns into a lucid state.

As she drowns, she hears strifled footsteps closing in.
Followed by a creaking sound, of the door opening.
Next, the rancid sensation of vulgar touches running rampant.
But in this wretched mind state, she can't tell if it's fake or candid.

The demon brands her with his touch, turning her into his apostle....