Prompt

WITCHDOCTOR (deep, mocking voice) “You cannot run, woman. A debt must be paid.” Sarah turns and begins to run. The field stretches endlessly, her feet pounding against the earth, heart racing. But the witchdoctor’s laughter echoes all around her — a chilling, hollow sound. WITCHDOCTOR (voice echoing) “You can’t escape what your blood owes!” The ground beneath her suddenly gives way. She stumbles — falls hard on her belly. She gasps in pain, clutching her stomach. As she tries to crawl away, the witchdoctor kneels beside her. His grin widens — wicked, cruel. He dips the knife into the pot, which begins to bubble violently, releasing thick, black smoke. WITCHDOCTOR (in a cold whisper) “The blood of your womb… will pay the debt.” He presses the knife gently to the ground beside her — not cutting, but collecting the blood that flows from her body as she cries helplessly. WITCHDOCTOR (mocking laughter) “It is done… the covenant stands!” He raises the pot high, laughing as the wind swirls around him — a demonic storm of smoke and whispers. Sarah screams in terror — the world spinning around her — until her eyes snap open.