The masked men dragged Griselda through the stream, soiling her long white gown. She refused to walk until whips lashed her back, forcing her to crawl upward to escape their stinging punishment. At the top the High Priest grabbed her. The men backed down the stairs.
“Scream,” he whispered. “Strip.” The altar table lifted and she was ushered into it. She glimpsed the priest dressing a skinned goat in her gown after pulling out its heart.
In the depths she saw the sacrifices of previous years. “Welcome to your new home. We may have to dwell underground but its better than being dead.”
Thank you to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Karen Rawson for supplying the photo prompt.