The sacrifice

“Do you atone for your sins?” I asked in a simple manner.
“No! I didn’t do it,” the girl struggled in front of me trying to fight the bonds that trapped her. The physical bonds were not all that trapped her but the mental ones that she shared with our master.
“Please let me go,” she begged but she did not have a choice. She was given to me. Her sins were severe and she must pay the ultimate price. The knife rose high in the air- the blade shined in the light- and made the final cut; her blood spilled. The sacrifice complete.