Your screams will soon fill the halls of the palace, and your body will fill the stomach of the faceless monster that lives below the marble walls. You cannot breathe, as the shock is too much for you now. Someone walks up to you, and forces a needle into your palm. They smear the blood over a scroll they hold, and you wonder what sort of oath you are signing.
"Why?" You whisper into the dark night. There's something within you that knows, but that small sliver of self-awareness is drowned out by your heartbeat, racing faster and faster as it seems that the world is falling away from you. Could they have seen it? They couldn't have, you were as careful as you could be to conceal it. They couldn't have seen what you did, you reassure yourself. But of course, you know that reassurance is no help to a sacrifice, and so the tears fall from your face, striking the ground like knives in your back.