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The man whimpered and hid his face.

“Have you learned obedience?”

The man nodded his head over and over, still hiding his face. He started to cry, great sobs that made his shoulders shake. Three rows out and I could hear him sobbing.

Pinotl motioned and the two bouncers that had opened the coffin walked onstage. They lifted the weeping man up, carrying him between them. His legs didn’t seem to move yet, so they carried him, with an arm on either of their shoulders, his feet dangling off the floor. He wasn’t a small man, and again you got that sense of how strong the two men were. They were human, too, not wereanything.

Two werejaguars walked onstage in their spotted skin clothes, and between them they held another man. No, not a man, a wereanimal. It was Seth. He’d been stripped down to a G-string that left very little to the imagination. His long yellow hair was unbound, streaked with light and color. He didn’t struggle as they brought him up onstage. The jaguar men had him kneel in front of Pinotl.

“Do you acknowledge our dark goddess as your one and true mistress?”

Seth nodded. “I do.” His voice didn’t have the resonance of the other man’s, and I doubted that the people in the back could hear him.

“She has given you life, Seth, and it is right that she should ask you give that life back to her.”

“Yes,” Seth said.

“Then I will be her hand, and take that which is hers.” He cradled Seth’s face between his hands. It was gentle. The two jaguar men let go of Seth and backed away. But they stayed close, almost as if afraid that he might run. But his face was turned upward with a near beatific expression on it, as if this were wonderful. He’d been so afraid of being tortured by Itzpapalotl’s four sisters weird, and yet now he seemed at peace with what they were about to do. I thought I knew, and I hoped I was wrong. Just once when I expect something truly hideous is about to happen, I’d like to be wrong. It would be a nice change.

It wasn’t flashy. There was no fire or light or even a shimmer of heat. Lines appeared on Seth’s twenty-something skin. The muscles under his skin began to shrink as though he had a wasting disease, but what should have taken months was happening in seconds. No matter how willing the sacrifice, it can still hurt. Seth started screaming as fast as he could draw breath. His lungs were working better than the other man’s, and he drew breath so fast, it was like one continuous shriek. The skin darkened as it drew in and in like something were sucking him dry. It was like watching a balloon shrivel. Except there was muscle and when the muscle vanished, there was bone, and finally there was nothing but dried skin over bones, and still he screamed.

I’ve become something of a connoisseur of screams over the years, and I’ve heard some good ones. Some of them have even been mine, but I’d never heard anything like this. The sound stopped being human and became like the high-pitched sound of some wounded animal, but underneath it all you knew, knew at a level that you couldn’t even explain, that it was a person.

Finally, there was no more air for screaming, but that dry, empty mouth kept opening and closing, opening and closing. Long after the screaming stopped, that skeletal thing was still writhing, still flinging its head from side to side.

Pinotl kept his hands pressed to Seth’s face. He held him, and it looked gentle the whole time, but he had to be gripping with all the strength he had because he never lost his grip. While the flesh of that handsome face shriveled and died between his hands, Pinotl never moved. And through it all, Seth never once raised his hands up to save himself. He struggled because he couldn’t not struggle, it hurt that much, but he never raised his hands against the other man. A willing sacrifice, a fit sacrifice.

My throat was tight, and something burned behind my eyes. I just wanted it over now. I just wanted it to stop. But it didn’t stop. The skeletal thing that had been Seth kept twitching, opening and closing its mouth, as if trying to talk.

Pinotl looked