21 July 2012
Do you feel fear?
Loss?
Anger?
As you look up to me, do you cry?
I laugh at my sacrifice. Fool of a child, petty thing, wonders into the midst of my schemes and lands as a sacrifice... My chosen one.
"YOU SHOULD BE HONOURED!" I yell at the cowering filth, who is trying to break free from the binds I tied her.
She screams for her mother... Innocent child. Her mother can't hear her here.
Then she sees my knife.
I know she sees it because her eyes grow to the same size to all the ones before... And she does what they all do. She begs.
"Set me free. Please! I... I'll do anything!"
"Anything?"
I don't move from my position. This shall be fun.
"Anything! Just tell me."
I circle the bed for a minute, overly pondering, amusing myself.
"Anything..."
The fool does not reply. She nods and whimpers like a beaten down elderly woman.
"No."
I stop my pacing when I reach her head. Her valiantly red hair flows off the back of the bed.
She screams as I raise my knife.
"I've seen your sister."
This makes me pause.
"She's not dead."
Sacrifice • Opuss № I