Moonlight glinted off her pale body. The time for sacrifice was upon them. She squirmed and pulled against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles.
A chant was intoned around her by the hooded wraith-like figures, gradually increasing in volume and intensity. The leader of the group, marked by his impressive horned headpiece stepped forward. He raised the jewel-encrusted dagger.
Just as he was about to plunge it into her exposed breast, our hero leapt from behind the wall which had hidden him and…
‘Archie, will you stop daydreaming and keep up. The guide is moving on.’
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).