The Sacrifice - S01 E03

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The Sacrifice - S01 E03

Good Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

I looked far out to the sea and saw men, women , children walking on the sea toward us. The taxi man continued with his incantations.

These outlandish people finally got to where we were. I had lost hope of surviving. Each of them held weapons.

“Are we about to die?” The twelve years old boy cried out to me in a whisper

“put your self together. They won’t dare it. I promise we shall get out here alive.” I hid my fears and was not sure of what I promised him. We might die or they might spare us.

One of them hauled the twelve-years-old boy from where he knelt and then gripped him by the neck and raised him up. He held his neck as if he was about crushing it. The twelve years old boy was shaking his legs and struggling to breathe. I couldn’t withstand the torture so I let out a yell.

“Let him go!”

The man who held him took his glare at me and grinned. He resembles chimpanzee. His hair was bush and he had dreadlock.

“Let go of him please.” I humbled myself by bringing down my voice to plead to him.

“I beg you. Take me and let him go. Please…” I let out another round of painful cry to melt his heart for him to have mercy on us.

Why do I risk my life for a boy a met yesterday. I barely know him. I don’t even know his name. Why? I questioned myself.

“We don’t have the power. Your being alive is not dependent on us. By this time tomorrow, you will not see the light” The outlandish people chorused and their words vibrated repeatedly in my ear.

The twelve-year-old boy was let go and he fell before me, bruising his left knee. He gave me a sobbing hug and said “My name is Grace. memory of me for I’m not sure I will make it. They are after me.” He wipes.

Before we knew it, the outlandish people sorrounded us and began to dance to the rhythm of sound I couldn’t detect where it was coming from. The danced devilishly. The women were screaming and the children were lighting fire.

Was as if they were having merry. I was completely lost. I started to see my dead mother again. She just stood before me and was smiling broadly. “Mom, mom save me. Save us” I stretched forth my to touch her garment but felt nothing.

“Mo…m” I called. Tried touching her again but my hand passed through her body.

The men came. One of them grabbed me and flung me on his right shoulder. Another took Grace and did same. The women, the wore only skirt and did not cover their breasts. Their breasts were jumping and dancing with them. While I was carried to where I don’t know I turned to be sure Grace was ok only to find the children eating fresh human meat.

“Gra….c…e!!!!” I shouted. Hot tears cascaded from my eyes.

Grace was a like a son to me. I have failed as a mother. I promised him he would survive. I told him he will come out alive. I’m a lie. I’m a LIE.

“Gr…a..ce!!!” I kept calling his name till I was thrown inside a wooden cage.