Bearclaw Valley flat horror

Abel expected to be struck. He braced himself for it in the few seconds he had. Still, he could not prepare for the pain, no matter how tightly he’d tense.
His body was thrown onto the icy floor. His bottom jaw hit awkwardly against the snow. Blood welled from where he’d hit his tongue.
He couldn’t be completely sure what a blood sacrifice was, but he could take a guess. D-don’t kill me. Please, Abel whimpered under his breath. I do. I want to see her. His voice grew more desperate.