9 October - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
Ropes tore into his skin as he sought desperately to escape his binds, shivering against the chill of the midnight forest air.
From the darkness, he noticed a small light emerge, quickly followed by another, and another. Within seconds the flames had encircled him and shone light upon his daunting situation.
"What the f-" he shouted, muffled by cloth covering his jaw.
From the dim light of the flames came an animal's skull, held up by a cloaked figure.
A low murmuring from around him revealed that there were others there watching on, slowly humming some sort of strange hymn.
He struggled against his binds again, eyes bulging, praying for survival.