The layers of ice

Sacrifice

I open my eyes in a dark room lighted by flickering candles and filled with the smell of fire wood and incense. I can't move, I can't think straight... I feel so numb...

I hear the old lady who sing at the church...

-Will the sedative give her a bad taste..?

-No. But prepare her and tie her up before she wakes up totally... Some people in the city doesn't approve our customs...

I remember the kidnapping, all the people looking at it as if it was normal. I'm afraid, my head is ringing and my sight turn dark again...

I wake up and the first thing I see is the bearded man... undressing me. I'm afraid. I try to fight but I only manage to turn my head to the side. I see women making flowers out of paper and colored leaves...

The man dress me up with a white tradition dress with red embroidery and he braids my hair with silver and turquoise jewelry, with a delicacy I didn't expect of his big hands...

-She is blond... we always sacrificed girls with black or ginger hair...

Sacrificed ? I feel bad again...

-Tie her up and call the doctor. The new chief of the police is from Moscow, he doesn't understand our customs. He will investigate her disappearance. We need to be discreet...

Soon enough I feel a sting and I fall asleep again...

The last thing I can think of is that I will surely never open my eyes again...

Hello, I'm Slava, the author. Even if the subject  of this work is what it is, I want everyone here to know human sacrifices NO LONGER take place in Russia. Contrary to what USA and UE want us to look like we are not bad people. We may seem cold at the first glance but we will wellcom with open arms anyone who want to know more about Russia.