Glancing around the small room, he made sure once more that he had everything he needed; the matches, the kindling, the burlap sack – all were still there. With lustful excitement, he picked up the glass dish that his mother used for burning fragrant oil and squeezed the tampon, filling the glass. His kindling was pages torn from the Book of Revelations. The sulfurous smell of the match was quickly overcome by the scent of burning blood and semen. He placed the blade of the knife into the orange flame and as the metal began to glow, he threw back his head. “I am yours!” he cried out. “Do as thou wilt, master!” In his ecstasy he did not feel the pain as the glowing blade melted through the skin of his wrists, exposing the veins to the air. The glass containing his offering shattered, acknow
