The cameraman was on his back shooting upside-down. Rolling over to gain his knees, he zoomed in on the mouth, catching the woman’s silent scream for posterity.
Pale light jumped across her contorting face, while the owl-man carved a flesh pentagram into her back.
Withered and wrinkled, with genitals shaved, a she-witch lit black candles off the nearest torch, dripping human tallow on the shrieking woman’s rump, using the wax to sticck the tapers to the buttocks of the human altar.
Knife in hand, the owl-man grabbed the woman by the hair. The crowd fell silent as he yanked back her head. The camera focused on her taut exposed throat, catching a blur of steel before the lens was sprayed with blood.
The Ritual had begun.
Very interesting…. a little disturbing but i like it. It’s bold, and somewhat out if place in this time of tragety but i guess if you can find it on tv then it is ok to write about. Anyway, good work.