Blood Thirsty Times

Awaking again, for what I hoped was the finally time today, I found myself bounded to an altar. I was groggy and stripped of my clothes. My ugly, naked body had been slashed with daggers and my shoulder and head hurt from the mace. The cold winters night was clearly affecting my body, my hairs prickled at every breeze and goose bumps have taken over my bare flesh. My body was horrendous and hideous that some women chose to look away. Others just yelled abuse.
I silently wondered if this was how I wanted to die.