The nominee was a joke. How could they have chosen her over him? A small waifish thing with nary a stitch of clothing to her name, but there she was. Their nominee for the sacrifice. Woud the gods find her acceptable?
I drew my eyes quickly over the console, looking for the pistol I had left lying there. It was gone. I felt the intruders gaze burning into my face as she pushed the point of her blade deeper into my ribs.