Human Sacrifice

It was hot. Burning hot, like I was too close to the stove... Did they forget to check before grilling me alive? Where are dead meat's rights?!

Despite my ridiculous inside joke, I was scared shitless. The heinous smell of burning flesh tightened my chest. My body felt heavy. Like a vortex spating me out, my consciousness was warped to reality.

I heard a chorus of murmurs that grew louder by the second, but my eyelids were weighed down. I tried to pry them open. Nonetheless, as if an anchor was pulling me down, I sunk back into unconsciousness.

...

The foul smell of something burning made me gag before I could even gain consciousness. Disgusted and distorted, I felt my body unwilling to move. I couldn't feel strength in any limb.

'Did those wretched demons amputate me or something?!'

Another spell of sluggishness ran through me as the voices around me grew louder but before I could try to open my eyes something sticky and warm was thrown at me.

My eyes snapped open when the stench of blood wafted in. God, no!

The surroundings looked like an excavation site. We were in a wide ditch hole. Lord, it looked like a mausoleum... like a burial place for some monarch with weird engravings.

My heart shivered in fright as my mind registered my position. I jostled forward but was pulled back flat on the surface. My hands were tied on my back at an angle my shoulder could dislocate.

"Wh-What are you Satanic Worshipers trying to do to me?" I shouted, but my voice was lost in their loud chanting.

My eyes welled up as I took in the horrendously creepy site. It was a stone crept, an old ass burial site with no coffin in sight.

Wait ...No coffin in sight? A chill ran down my spine. No coffin and the satanic worshipers were surrounding me. I could only see them waist up. "No... No!"

I was lying on the coffin.

I kicked and struggled with all my might to get the binds off.

"No! No! No! God, please No..." I mumbled as it finally kicked in what I landed my foolish ass in, naively overlooking all the obvious signs.

Trepidation filled me as I took in the fire circling me a mere meter away from where I was lying. The people with black cloaks circled the fire at a distance, chanting something boisterous.

Damn! Damn, my poor sense of judgment! This was definitely a shady cult sacrifice.

Fear of death made me thrash harder. With my struggle, the ropes dug into my skin. The sharp twist of ropes helped me to stay awake. Only then did I realize I was lying on a platform with only my hands bound on my back, but it was too tight that I couldn't sit.

Why was my mind lagging this much, I shook my head to keep myself lucid. My vision became blurry every two beats, my ears drowned voices in and out, and my body felt like a force pulled me under the platform.

This is not good! Cold sweat broke out. I struggled and shouted profanities but the Devil minions only chanted louder.

"I curse you, you haggard witches! I wish you rot in hell. Arghhh… let me go!" I huffed, tears streamed down my face. "Please! I'll help you lure in a better sacrifice!" My words slurred. 

I don't want to die, I want to cry and shout at how unfair it is but they've put something in my system. Maybe I was drugged but I felt shortness of breath, and my veins felt like they would burst with the pressure something intangible exerted on me.

My mind's cloudy to understand anything. I have a memory lapse but I shouted still.

I took a breather, my body felt heavy like it was being sucked under the platform harder than before. I shook my head and shouted incoherently, just to stay conscious.

"You! Heathens, you are all dead meat once I'm found! My father will find you!  You are fucking evil minions! You are all—"

"I've never come across a sacrifice this noisy. Should have gagged this one." An amused voice echoed in the night. Even the Devil minions fell silent.

A man in a casual hoodie came into view. He was standing above the ditch hole with almost a bored look on his face. Like looking at a blood-splattered sacrifice, kicking and screaming was just your usual uneventful day for him.

"God will damn you, evil worshiper! Fuck you! You son of a bitch, may you die in this ditch! Let go of me! My father's not gonna let you off till he has sliced you in pieces. If even a hair on my body—"

"Somebody, shut this uncultured urchin already!" He snapped, raising his wrist to take a look at his watch with a tilt of his head, "And wrap this shit up, I have an appointment."

I opened my mouth wide to curse his next three generations when that crazy lady who whacked me jumped in the ditch screaming like the Banshee she is. A man followed her panicking.

"No! You can't interrupt the sacred ritual! Lord Segal, we must not disturb the awakening of the Supreme Alpha—"

The man scoffed looking sideways, as if he couldn't with their feeble brains, "I would wait to enjoy the theatrics as the dead stay dead and you put this fire to good use by bringing out meat and Marshmallows but I have a flight to Turkey so let's wrap up for today." He clapped his hands, encouraging.

Huh.... just wow.

I wasn't the only person looking at the ludicrous man's audacity with my mouth hanging.

The Crazy Lady's men getting his bearing growled, "How dare a lowly man like you be this impertinent toward the sacred Supreme Alpha—"