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2010-12-18 16:28:56 UTC

“Let‘s sacrifice her tonight, while the moon is full.” said the mysterious cloaked figure menacingly from the depths of the shadows. “It‘s almost time.” The figure strode out from the dark and into the candlelight. He was carrying a large brown tattered sack. His face was partly hidden by his silver hood with only his nose and below visible. He had a long, ugly scar from his cheek that curved down to the center of his chin.
Shortly he reached a small set of cement stairs that led to an ancient white painted stone altar with four posts around it; each were indented for perhaps a candle. Two other cloaked men watched as he withdrew four white tea candles and a pack of matches from the sack, but you could see that it wasn’t quite empty yet.
The man walked in a circle around the altar, placing a candle in each of the four posts on his way. When he returned to his starting point he then turned to the two other men who were still lurking in the shadows. He focused on one man.
“Percival, fetch the girl and bring her here immediately. It’s time. ” He said. Then, turning his attention to the third man, he said, “You, Frederick, come here!”
As Percival disappeared into the wood, Frederick stepped forth.
“Yes, master?” Frederick answered.
“Take these ropes,” his master began pulling a bundle of ropes from his sack, “Tie one to each of those posts, and when she gets here, tie her limbs with the other ends.”
“Yes, master, anything.” Frederick said taking the ropes. He carefully went around tying them to the posts.
“Frederick, you do realize that you’re going to assist me in this rather… Gruesome task.” The master stated more than asked.
“Oh, yes, of course, um, master.” Frederick said, probably stunned at what he was going to have to do, whatever that was, it did not seem good.
Just then, Percival emerged from within the wood with the maiden. Her wrists were tied together with rope which she was struggling with. Her shiny black hair went down to her shoulders and she wore a silky, blue gown that was laced on the edges with white ribbon. She looked very frightened; You could also see that she had been crying. Now she was standing still as a stone, looking up at the moon in the night sky, waiting unwillingly. But what was she waiting for?
“Ivy, come here.” Said the master addressing the girl, “It’s time.” Ivy cautiously stepped forward. The master put his arm around her shoulders and led her over to the altar. He removed the rope and her wrists were free. Ivy stood there staring at the altar. She began to cry again.
“Don’t just stand there!” The master commanded as he slapped her, hard. “Lay on the altar!”
“N-No!” Ivy screeched through her tears.
“You worthless girl, do as I say! And address me as your master!” He howled slapping her in the face again. “Now, you have one more chance, girl. Get on that damn stone NOW!”
“You’ll never be my master, you pathetic excuse for a man!” Ivy cried as she rubbed her red cheek, “I will never obey you!” With her last statement, she lunged forward toward the master, clawing his face as she screamed obscenities at him.