Extend the Story - Add a Room

They huddle, leaning over you, still pinning you to the ground. They begin to pass messages between one another and one of the girls soon pulls away, gasping. The wavy-haired blonde leans back on her hands releasing your crotch where she had previously been leaning.
"We can't do that. I-it's forbidden." She tries to persuade her allies otherwise.
"Lizzie, it's worth a try." The brunette from earlier attempts to calm down Liz.
"B-but it's dangerous!" At this point, tears are trickling down her face.
"Who prohibited this curse?" She asks in a cool voice.
"We did..." Lizzie drops her head and the droplets begin to dive to the ground and seem to explode as they hit the already-damp ground.
"Well...due to a group vote and the landslide results, I'm quite confident when I say, 'That prohibition has been withdrawn'." The others nod.
"Okay.." She gives in.
"You gunna do this then?" She asks.
"Yes Cindy..."
They gather press on you body, putting on more pressure by the second. Cindy kneels between your legs before reciting an incantation.
"Deamantardo posonteress michka!" A pentagram forms on her face and her shirts rips open leaving only her bra. Her clothes blown away from her by some unknown force. A bright scarlet light emits from her face and consumes you, growing brighter and brighter. They push down on you with immense force the light then disperses and Cindy droops. The pain and overall experience causes you to pass out.

You arise in the middle of the street and, judging from the sun, it is the early hours of the next day. You stand
and look round. Then you notice something very disturbing.
A few inches away from where you were just led is person, but he wasn't moving. He didn't look like he could move. There lay a beaten, bloody corpse. You stumble back and trip, landing with a thud.
"This how far these girls are willing to go?!" You think. The sight disgusts you and you wrench, spraying gastric acids and the remains of your last meal over the motionless carcass. You wipe away the juices from around your mouth and slowly walk away from the grin scene, feeling pity for the poor, innocent victim.

Wander the streets...