"Spread your legs open." I say as i start to approach her and throw a slight smirk on my face.
I throw the shotgun, somewhere she can't reach it, get down and start crawling towards her, my mind with only 1 goal, no matter how moral or immoral it is.
I get on top of her, start to unzip, go to touch and see her young immature pu-
"Dont move."
I feel a gun reload, on the back of my head.
It cant be, is it, my own, my own shotgun?!
"Get up, you too old man"
I see the young girl nod, she gets up, i get up.
"Who-who is this?" I dare ask.
"That man in the hallway, did you kill him."
the man ignores my question and answers it with another question of his own.
"If i said yes, would you kill me."
A moment passes, and i wake up in the back of a car, tied up, the girl nexts to me, though she's unconscious.
"Where, where, where am i?"
"Where are yall, t- t-taking me?"
A man, looks at me from the front passenger seat.
"He's awake, do we kill him?" It's the same man from earlier, i recognize his voice.
"No, we'll do what we always do with people his age group." Now this time its a woman speaking, she's the one driving the car
"He killed Franz."
"Franz should've done what he was told to, him attempting to rape a minor was not what we ordered."
"Doesn't matter, does that justify his death? Cause this fucker in the back also attemped that."
He points to me, and the woman stares at him for a moment, with a mix of disgust and anger
"Its what got him killed, and its gonna get him killed too."
"Look im sorry, i know Franz was your ex, and this is a touchy topic, but sacrificing this guy to the gods is no more worth then…
My whole world stops for a second, and everything blurrs out on the word, sacrifice.
Am i gonna die? Really, Am i really gonna get sacrificed to some bullshit imaginery gods these people made up, some cult? No no, i mustve misheard, let me reassure myself, im not going to die, i-i ca- cant die, i cant die, no, not yet, i havent even repented, i'd go to hell without a doubt, please, please dont let me die God, please dont let me die.
I interrupt their conversation as i barely manage to blurt out.
"S-s-s-Sacrifice, did you say Sa-"
"Yes, you heard correctly, albeit you'd be of barely any value to our highly demanding gods, you're still better then nothing"
"Fucking bastard"
I get punched pretty hard by the man in front. "Remember what happend last time u talked out of line, Ha, i bet you cant, put you to sleep. Though i regret not killing you right there and then."
"You- You're looking for sacrifices r-right? I have a wife and k-k-kids, two, two daughters, please, please let me go in exchange for them."
The women finally bats a eye towards me interested
"Cant believe you'd stoop that low, i should punch the shit out of you again"
The woman stops the car and turns towards me.
"if you're lying, we will torture you terribly, beyond your imagination, you will be tortured to the point where you'd wish you were dead, am i clear?"
"Yes im not i-i promise." Isay nervously, even peeing myself a little to her intimidating self.
"Armando, switch seats with him."
"Matilda, he just pissed the fucking seat"
"Go untie him and then keep the shotgun to his head the whole ride, i want to hear no complains"
"Fuck, fine"
"And you." She spits at me, then the man gets out the car, to switch seats.
"P-please dont kill me."
The man opens the door, looks at me with disgust as he unties me and occasionally slaps and punches me from time to time, we switch seats and i start leading them to my home. After a while we're here.
"Armando, go get them, or actually, you," She turns towards me.
"You, go get them, and dont try anything stupid."
I gulp and nod, i get out the car slowly, and start approaching my house. I look back at the guys in the car again, take a deep breath, open the door.
"Im Home!"
I say in a cheering voice.
"Dada!" my little girl starts approaching me enthusiastically as i enter the house, all happy.
"Vikram!" my wife says, she seems stressed with something, probably that i wasnt home for so long, she smiles with tears in her eyes as she approaches.
They reunite with me like we havent seen eachother in years, my daughter is happy her dads alive, my wife is happy cause her husband is alive, all while im thinking about
"Sumana, where is Sumana?"
"Sumana went looking for you dear, she's not here, but she'll return."
"Dada, you brought any food back?"
Sumana went out, why the fuck did she go out, im fucked, why the fuck did she go out, fuck, fuck, they're never gonna believe me, i start scratching my head thinking what to do, im all sweaty and nervous.
"Where, where the fuck is she, where the fuck is Sumana?"