His throat hurts too much to scream.

His malnourished body is curled up and shaking inside the temple. Blood slowly pools out underneath him. He’s been left to die after a week of torture.

He didn’t agree to this. To be sacrificed to you, creator of the universe, a divine being. And who’s to say you’ll come get him? And what if you hurt him as well? He starts to softly sob on the floor. This is going to be how he dies…