Death Gift (Abobaku-Dying With The King) #projectnaija#.

Chapter One

      As I slowly opened my eyes, it adjusted to my surroundings, I felt my head ache
"where am I?" I asked my self, still feeling dizzy
   I tried looking around to decipher where I was and then FE---FEA---FEAR GRIPPED ME.
     

         A skeleton's head with two hip bones placed across to form an X under it was on a corner of the wall. Broken Calabashes, different bone parts of people lay across the floor, adjacent to me was an earthen pot emitting smoke but seemed more like incense and was choking me, making me find it difficult to breathe. Red and black fabric dominated the walls.
   

      I looked around further and a figure caught my eye, I couldn't really place what or who it was, so I stared closely,
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh", I screamed as I really saw what it was.
Right there at the center of the shrine, was a young lady who looked very pale like there was no blood flowing in her, she was on her knees with a black wrapper tied from her chest down,in her hands is a dark calabash, blood dripping from her mouth continously into the calabash, her eyes are open in horror, it looks like she is crying without blinking, tears, tears and more tears run throu-------WAIT! Those aren't tears, she's crying blood. I look closely, She's practically emitting blood from her eyes, nose and mouth into the calabash which In turn is dripping the blood on a figurines head which I guess is the the main symbol of the god of the shrine. She looks hypnotised as she stares into space, evidently unconscious while still being conscious.
       "oh my God! where am I? How did I get here? I must be dreaming" I said to myself while trying to pinch myself out of this bad dream but that was when I actually became aware of the state I was in, my hands were tied with a rope behind my back even my legs were tied with a skinned cow's tail. Oh God! How did I get here?, there were incisions all over my body, even my clothes. Jesus? Where are my clothes?, I remember wearing a short gown on a sandal, how on earth did I end up with a white wrapper tied from my chest down. Oh my! A white wrapper signified sacrifice ,that could only mean one thing, I'm......I'm......I'm a sacrificial lamb, hot tears welled up to my eyes as I looked at my body again, there were markings made with chalk all over my body and.... and..... and the wrapper was stained with blood and that's only one person's blood......... MY BLOOD!
           Then it dawned on me, I must have been kidnapped and I'm going to die. All memories began to rush back.