Haunting-Adeline

approach the altar.
I stare at the li le girl on the stone slab, tears tracking down her dirty
cheeks. She's sobbing, her li le lip curled in a frown as her wide blue eyes
stare at us in absolute terror.
My heart constricts so ghtly it's debilita ng. By sheer willpower, I force
myself to stand s ll.
"Fuck, I'm already ge ng hard," a guy whispers from my le . My teeth
nearly crack from how hard I clench my jaw in that moment. Slowly, I turn
to see a guy that looks like he's in his early twen es, his hood down. His
brown, bo omless eyes glance up at me, and all I can see is pure
excitement radia ng from them.
He's going to be the first one to die.
He’s close enough that he can see my face, and I work to keep it neutral.
He grins at me, but I give him no reac on. And though his smile falters just
a li le, the sick fuck has no idea that I just did him a huge favor. Because
had I reacted, I would've reached down his throat and ripped out his
windpipe with my bare hands.
"P-p-please, I want my mommy,” the li le girl begs from below me. Her
red and puffy eyes are full of tears and she’s staring up at me with terror
and despera on. Her li le lip trembles, and I have to physically restrain
myself from reaching out and grabbing her ny hand in my own.
“Pleeaasssee,” she cries, her blues full of tears, despite the rivers
streaming down her cheeks. “I wanna go ho-oome.”
Snarling, I force my mouth to stay shut. More than anything, I want to
reassure her. Comfort her. Promise her that she will get to see her mother
again. But I can't allow any of those words to escape.
Not yet.
The chant around us grows louder, building un l it feels like the cave
vibrates from the sound. But it’s muted, like I’m under water. All I can
concentrate on is the small girl pleading for my help.
I'm staring at her so hard, trying to convey the assurances in my eyes,
that I don't even no ce the black figure that approached un l they’re right
before me, standing on the other side of the li le girl.
Their face is hidden in the depths of their hood, and black gloves cover
their hands. I've no idea if this person is a man or a woman, or how
significant they are.