Blood-stained God

I offered him my blood, my soul, my life.

A slow-burn vampire fantasy with a difference.

Naked and bruised, I stumble along the street, my hands tied behind me.

Canes crack against my back and behind my knees when I falter as my captors push me along the crowd-lined street to the stoning pole. Sweat is pouring down my face from the long walk from the mosque to the centre of town in the midday sun. But I know I’m not the only one sweltering and suffering under the heat as I face the crowd of women and children who have been shepherded outdoors to watch my punishment.

A stoning is Allah’s justice, after all, and must be witnessed so that all can fear his power and might.