god told them to do it, so they did. they brought the small, destroyed figures up the wooden steps. the crowd jeered and cursed at the hooded figures, yet the victims remained quiet. it was a miracle, honestly, that they could keep their silence. if they hadn't they would have been dragged back to the dark stone rooms, and more of the symbols would have been cut into their flesh. the blood was visible now, through the rags they had been given. all three of them stood there nonetheless, fearful of what would happen if they did otherwise.
an identical number of their captors came forward, seeking approval from the crowd, and from the apparent god. they got it. shouts of encouragement cheered on the captors as they shrieked in joy and ecstasy. they all had knives. after a short while, they began cutting and cutting. cutting into the people because god said so.