"Bellamy its time”

I looked up from my plate of food. It was finally time for the pampering to end. I followed the man. As we were walking through the village, I looked as people stared at me, the usual look of disgust wasn’t on their face, instead that of glee for what was about to unfold.

Finally, after a couple of minutes we reached the place. I followed the man in the house where I was sent to be dressed up. Whilst I was being put in a gown, I could overhear the Elders of the village speaking in the next room.

“Is everything ready?”

“Yes, the preparations have already been made, now all that’s needed is for the ritual to be commenced.”

As I looked at the eyes of the lady who was dressing me, I was able to see my expression. I wasn’t happy or sad. On one hand I was about to be sent to die, but in the other I had been treated with the most care I’ve ever had for the past week, I would’ve died sooner or later.

Finally, the door to where I was opened, and the village head appeared. He had a smile as if he never smiled before. White facial hair with no resemblance of life in it.

“Let’s get going Bellamy it’s time for the celebration.”

As soon as I walked out the house, I was able to see the lines of people surrounding the path leading to a cave. I looked to my side and saw a seat with two long sticks to its sides. I looked to the man next to me.

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“Go on, sit.”

I reached to the seat and sat on it. I was hoisted up by 2 people on each side. Immediately I heard cheers and clapping. I couldn’t tell if this was truly real or not, had I just been dreaming this, when was I going to wake. These thoughts stopped as soon as I was able to see the cave approaching.

It was too late; we reached the cave. I was put down. I looked at the elders who were crying.

“Finally, we will be blessed and be ridden of this famine and drought.”

I saw one of them with a knife. Once He saw I did he grabbed me, dragging me further into the cave until we reached a slab of stone that resembled a bed. He slammed me down as the others watched. He took the knife out of his side and got closer.

“AHHHHHHH”

 I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. He had cut both of my heels. I felt as if my heels were being slowly ripped open. I looked as they started to leave. I didn’t want to die not like this, I had thought they would just kill me, but they left me there to bleed.

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.

I managed to grab the man who had just cut my heels and pulled on his leg. He looked down and smiled.

“Okay then here.”

I looked up at him and saw him about to slam his knife down at my face. At the last moment I lifted my hand and stopped it from piercing me. Slush. I looked at my hand with a knife sticking out of the palm.

“Damn bastard”

Just as I was about to scream, I saw him wind up his leg and kick. He kept on kicking and kicking. Then, just black.