Composed as per Her request. A compilation of post mortem accounts of ritual sacrifice. I remember this one vividly, the manling of a human squirmed and whimpered, begging for his life...

Beautiful Eyes

Set forward, alone, trembling and fierce. A lash to press forward, She must be sated. Three more whip crackings, red trails, skin pierced. The male trudges on, beaten, ill-fated. A look of cowardice, a whelp, why me! To appease Her wrath, to remain in good favor! A final slice. A crimson stream. A feeble gasp. His eyes remained open, opaque, and stricken with terror.