The chanting was a dull roar behind me as I slowly approached the altar. Laying across it, her limbs chained to the corners, was my love, naked except for a few jewel encrusted trinkets. As I loomed over her, she opened her eyes and focused on the gloom that the hood was providing. After a moment she recognized me, and smiled.
“It’s you…” she whispered, smiling.
I froze, unsure, as I glanced between her chains and the knife in my hand.
I sighed, and drove the knife into her chest.
“Thank you…” she said, her eyes filled with joy.