She’d grown up on a remote farm, the youngest of three living siblings. Or maybe a ritual of some sort? Mom xxx One of Kelly’s older brothers had already succumbed by the time a trader arrived at the farm. Meanwhile, the villagers were distracted as the two white-clad priestesses ritually cleaned and bathed the sacrifice. The bowls had long since been filled, and puce entrails now covered the stage. He held the wickedly curved knife flat to his chest with both hands. Kelly felt a tug in her chest, signaling that at long last there was nothing left to pull. One of Kelly’s older brothers had already succumbed by the time a trader arrived at the farm. Her hands and feet were bound, so she was probably a slave girl of some sort. Age it seemed was taking its toll. In fact Kelly thought her new life rather comfortable.
