I’m a bit late with my contribution to Sue’s photoprompt for Thursday 14th July.
What was curious were not just the holes in the wall, but the stains beneath, discolouring the wood.
Steps led up to the small platform, but he was unable to determine from floor level if they were hollowed tunnels, or just recesses.
The debris scattered around could have been splintered rock or shale, but he would need his kit to analyze it properly. It was smooth, yet powdery to touch, and as the fine dust sifted through his fingers, he heard voices.
He turned but he was alone, yet the chamber chilled, and he felt a presence other than his own.
Either a trick of the light or a physical change, he couldn’t tell, but the voices surrounded him now, calling him to the wall, forcing him to look inside, pulling him forward, hypnotically stripping him of his free will.
His hands were level with the lower holes now, and his head parallel to the one above.
Suddenly he was thrown forward, his hands pulled into the spaces and secured, his forehead pressed against the uppermost stone, almost pure white compared to the rest.
The chanting increased as he felt the cuts of an invisible force slice relentlessly across his body with their razor-sharp blades.
Over the frenzied cacophony, he heard other sounds: the moans, screams and cries as hundreds before him had hung dying above the makeshift sacrificial altar.
As his life’s blood ebbed away, he realised the floor covering was ancient bones, and breathing his last, the soft whisper in his ear stated : ‘Mine. Forever Mine.’